Lyrics:
it like a flapjack
So tell the crowd make a cloud
While I break it down
Ain't the sidekick, meanwhile
Videos gon' make me viral
A great empire I
have a flat ass
Looking like a flapjack
Oh no I'm having flashbacks
Of lilacs and earwax, stealing knickknacks
But I felt bad so I decided to give them
torn
I don't give a goddamn, fuck shit, scat porn
Me and Justin Bieber watching Flapjack
As I get my jack flapped off by a cat stack
In the corner is
Flip it up like flapjacks
I'm too sick need the hazmat
Underdog with the upset
Fresh and Spit really up next
That's the difference 'tween us fam
You say
Jeremiah, just ride a fixed gear bike like the cheat
he gets all the ladies
My friend Matt Hoffman always says to try to do some sweet tricks like flapjacks
Flapjack
Ball sack
Cardiac arrest
Is what you'll be in,in a minute
Biscuit
You a snack
Snack on deez nuts
Or put em in a toaster
Road your mother
home
He'll see that its a flapjack
I was 16 on the block getting
High on bong tryna snap
Dese tings on snapchat
Now they try snap me
Hoping i snap back
black tees
And deodorant like his house is my home
I could live with the same hat
And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack
And the same bacon
a turn like a flapjack
Make it burn like a meth lab
I stumble but summon the thunder
I run when I come up
I earn what I get man
I glow like a lantern
Go
Smoking Raw Black, blew the whole pack
Laying back yeah watching Flapjack
Captain k'nuckles
Dancing with the shuffle
Floating like a bubble
Shoulder with
scammed my lil' cousin, he look like FlapJack
Bitch got no ass , I fuck she go click-clack
Pussy boy angry, told his ass, get his bitch bag
Pull my pants
flawless
And I know I got it, pockets feelin' large and I ain't gon' charge you, yeah
Shawty by my side, we'll get up and she'll make some flapjacks
to the fridge
For bologna or ham or lettuce and spam or, by the way, 100 flapjacks
I was running and a drooling
My tummy I'd be fueling
With the treats that soon
a force, most couldn't match our flame
A matchbook to a torch, a flapjack in a pan
We backflipped off the porch, the backdrops is the same
But each
typhoon if the gap fat
Got ten Rachel Rays with them flapjacks
Make 'em pay what they weigh, where the cash at
Went play Lemonade, that's rat trap
Got
and two nights of rain
Ooh we wanna play play play
Is no mercy no prisoners ok?
And in the evening we're all casualty of war
So have another flapjack
always laugh
Something's lacking
in these flapjacks
But I will fill the gap
with tears
'cause you said that
you need no perfection
Hickey Hickey on my
Tron pouring syrup
Ain't no flapjacks 'round
Caught his 392 and blew his Scat Pack down
Mister Fitted In The Booth, he rap capped out
I'm in my
and stab your back
It's so wack that the
Hacks flapjack the tracks
And when the bombs attack we
Gon' bomb 'em back
Whit the cold facts rap tracks catch a jax
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