Lyrics:
the ceiling
To the flo
Till that hoe don't want no more
That bitch better have my dough
suck it(repeated over)
lick it (repeated over)
I smoke by myself
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's non-existent bitches
Lookin' like George Bush never
Found Bin Laden
Rick James used to let me drive his lowrider
Bloods in Miami and I ain't
Talkin' bout Flo Rida
Got my nigga
sippin'it
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's
to the flo' right now
Baby, you can go 'head & lose them clothes right now
And if you don't, I bet you know by now
I need you center stage
I need you center
I believe what I believe 'cause I'm told to
You believe what you believe 'cause you're told to
Now, who do you believe?
The ones who told me
on that do' and that X
(Down here) we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(This year) I'm gonna switch it
I aim fo, that's how the game go
Baby like the way I wake her up,
Cause I'm a gangsta I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I'm in deep
Woke
diminishing sight
Brown is what I'm like, they Divided into petals, my faces prefer the White's
Broken by my prisms, I don't care about the White dudes
Colours
Yo It's Mic Flo Mic Flo Mic Flo Mic Flo Mic Flo Mic Flo
Oh and I'm psycho psycho psycho psycho psycho psycho go!
All we do is make hits, uh
Turn it
All the picture's colours
Seem so faded
Captured by the prism
Of the jaded
When I look at
Black flowers
I'm reminded of the purest heart
Framed in
Is this thing on? Yeah
Nope
Now I just came out the club
And now I’m breaking the bud
I’m shaking taking a chance
With the Executive Branch
Now I’m
and sleepless nights
(Oooooh!)
But now, he's back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
(Oooooh!)
It's easy
make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm sayin'? Come on
Why don't we play somethin' these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista,
for the Midwest to the Bay
But I'm from the Valley of Cali we specialize in cap peelers
Straight thug niggaz, quick to draw like Matt Dillon
Outlaws,
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
Mothafuckin' sniffing lines
Go like I never seen a red light shine
Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when I'm dying
Heart of a lion, tell 'em get in line
And pass
it all come through. It can be a
Battle within, to show up in my own skin, but then I
Don a power suit like I was called in by Zordon, then I'm
Mighty
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe
I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come
buying all Black (Black)
Buying all Black (Black)
Buying all Black (Black)
Yeah, when I'm shopping
Man, I'm buying all Black (Flo Milli, Flo Milli)
awkward
Where you been? it's different
Seen you through the prism
Guess this pain I'll live with
Michael Bolton, this bitch go the distance
Feel you by your
You're cured, now pure, hidden dimension, dreaming
What's mine is yours, interconnected feelings
Tied by umbilical, the seasons are cyclical
We lay
Colored lights expand time
Hold your name and whisper mine
Your soft skin and flowy clothes
Your perfect trees by the window
We watch all the people
We been sippin patty ro
Lifted off da flo'
I might choose ya hoe
Like eenie minie mo
Might pick your bitty by her toe
She be getting high to numb
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