Lyrics:
shine you deserve a portrait
Yeah you fine
You need to be all mine
Skin tone like left eye
No flintstones I'll make yo bedrock
Give it to me
It's my
Raised on pop culture
Chewing flintstone vitamins
Turn to power on my teeth
Feed this cult of culture
Turning tricks
DNA mutates with each twist
a trucker smoke like smokey from Friday chris tucker pocket full of upper a bag full of clockas keep them flintstones yall niggas barney rumble come out
6 a.m.
I’m on the front porch
I’m watching reruns again
Look in the window
Watching the Flintstones
Betty is kicking me out of the house
Take
for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D gets biz on the crops
Beastie Boys known to let the beat
Mmm, drop!
Now when I wrote graffiti my name was Slop
If my
a with a another 69
If you riding with him, you get told on (that's on my mama)
Bam stay with me I'ma flintstone
Safety, I got that sack in the end zone
kong
Skulle egentlig ikke blitt sånn
Trenger agent, ring Bond
Frankenstein har vært oppfinnsom
Tung som en stein, Flintstone
Dritten er stor, King
Flintstones, come scemi
Come in un film già rivisto, dove l'attore che non credevi
Ha fatto cristo ci credi? Ci so rimedi, vinco i premi, dico, ci vedi?
Perché
bread long, I'm in it like tampons
Jet late to San Juan, pink like I'm Cam'ron
Carats like Anwar, bitches know fare ones
Bitches like Flintstones, I
bottle
Purple color lip-gloss
Room with the Saguaro
Ain't nowhere I would rather be
Right between your holidays
Coffee on the Flintstone
Jewelry
to push the pedal till my foot's on the ground like a flintstone,
Bluetooth, my girl on the horn bickering,
But even though when she scream, I hear it like
the sons of Lucy, oh
We are the sons of Lucy, oh
Populate the continents
Hey dad, I made a Flintstones ax
Look mom, I styled my hair in wax
Dad knocks mom
on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab
Just like the Flintstones, I'll break like bam bam
Bam bam bam bam bam
I'm smoke ya
You slept on the Gee, better yet,
Θα σε χτυπάω με ρόπαλο σαν τους Flintstones
Είναι κάτι σαν το σπανάκι για τον Popeye
Δίνεις στον Tus μικρόφωνο τσιτώνει και τα σπάει
Είναι κάτι σαν το
12, get him blitzed
Search 'em at the door like, "Who you came with and who you here for?" (Nigga)
Got Bam Bam, Barney Rubble for that Flintstone
that?)
You see I'm ballin on a different level, flintstones in my watch y'all rock pebbles,
Clearly, you ain't fuckin with the young boss, I gotta new
to the muthafuckin flintstone thugs
Just drink your brew and smoke that bud
Three off muthafucka's from around the way
If you not from Flint than you get no play
I go
flowers
A defeated army and no wind to blow away the smell of surrender
There was '50s nostalgia and horrifying Flintstone characters
Living memorials
still in Cali but I been home
Big ass rocks around my neck I call em Wilma Flintstones
...I gave em my confessions like usher knees on the alter
Niggas
the rubble
But this ain't the fucking flintstones don't mean to burst your bubble
I'm not tryna hear your mouth so let's equip you with the muzzle
My whole
the wop
Also known for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D gets biz on the crops
Seething Akira known to let the beat
Mmm, drop!
Now when I wrote graffiti my name
fighting it
And daddy's eating pills like they Flintstone vitamins
Could've chose to be bitter but chose better
No excuse now I know better
Despite the cards
how I roll, something like Flintstone
Peanut Butter insides I'm tryna hold that jelly
I'm the prince I'm keeping it like Machiavelli
You know I'm
harvesting your vital organs
All of that important to us
Killing in your mist stalking prey on the bus
Flintstone style
Impale you with an elephant's tusk
Beat
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