Lyrics:
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
to ascend
Oh now being smart is cool again?
That's when I go and act a fool again
Mic Flo, psycho, hooligan
As life hits like a Tyson hook to the chin
I'm
a pimp
On the Flo, on the flo
Like A pimp
I’m always, rolling I’m tokein, I’m smoking
I’m poking up all in your bitch yeah
Your shawty she love me, nigga
see is the flo'
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flo'
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to murder this shit
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to murder this shit
gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Gon' hit the flo', gon' hit the flo'
Well, I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by
finest, thats without a doubt
Make a wrong move, might stomp him out
Baby got ass, but is it real
Come shake it on the flo’, and let me feel
She giggin’ too
team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I
just who I are (are)
Yo, Girl, you know what it is? (girl you know what it is?)
Follow me to tha flo (follow me to tha flo')
You can bring a couple
stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I
store
Until the target at ya neck
Talking out his neck
Pulled up on him and I parked him by the steps
Cash flo was watching tv with a dot and a tech
Now
style lackin'
If you bad you bad, rest you fags is backend
Paven put the tag in
I put the fag in
Sour patch kids
Gaggin' then they crackin
Railed this
dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
I'm feelin'
double-fisted, index is on the trigger
If I squeeze it, then I'm
Hittin', if I miss
Then God's here with you
But it ain't no thing because
I came up here equipped
not dead!
CUSTOMER: Yes, he is.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not!
MORTICIAN: He isn't.
CUSTOMER: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
DEAD PERSON: I'm getting
I'ma do is call to collect (Go head!)
Gotta pay the girl when she drop it to the flo
And she pick it up slow, bring it back once mo yea
Yea
Mic check mic
see
Shagadelic mothafucka help you see yo peace
God damn
Who
Dhat is
Who
Dhat is
Who
Dhat is
Who Who
I'm Flo baby
Who
Dhat is
Who
Dhat is
Who
Dhat is
the flo'
Well I hops out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can tell by the way I made "Tipsy", I'm a mack
Show-Off in fad, Show-Off the fact
Give me
Cash flo tv winning losers hating
Like they a due a payment
Man you niggas really move the strangest
I made new arrangements
Rest in peace my brother
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
Cause you a thoroughbred, youse a money maker
Now let me see you pop that pussy
Girl shake that ass
Do
the universal man works wonders
Mic and hand breakin land, rockin up from down under
[Crunch Extraordinare]
I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit it
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