Lyrics:
bitches are married
Save some for the drummer though
Give some to the DJ
I feel this my summer
So I'm throwing cash in Privé
Flush it on the freeway
I
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
by the name of 2Pacalypse (uh)
The 707, my roost go hella far back to Floyd Terrace (yeah)
I pull a forty out of my ballcap
And then I flush it
homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore
Bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it
inferred, deferred.
Not even spluttered, never screamed or shouted.
All that's long gone
Face dancing, body language
Plastic metic flush it harder
and the dealers call
You got a busted flush, winner's taken it all taken it all
So the game's up, and the dealers call
You got a busted flush, the winner's taken it
get with me
But don't you flush it down the toliet bring that shit to me
And get your ass tore up from the floor up
I got some shit that'll make
yo' advance to the toilet then flush it
My last stance be a stance of a general custard
I hot dog cause I can, I got the cheese and mustard
I got
really no room to discuss it
Leave niggaz disgusted I shit on they life and flush it
Not only make that green but puff it, easy come easy does it
You
‘em up, for playing with a nigga male
Uh, ain't it crazy how shit be
That's why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the drum
That's percussion
I
to flush it down the toilet but the dope just flow
Tear gas from the cannon
Everybody scramblin', but I ain't the one to panic
Double homicide, broad day,
the unflushables
One swipe a clean wipe
(Go flush it, fellas)
And what causes all of this shit?
What is the source of food for thought?
Ego-munchies
Images
Flush, what's it all about?)
Iced down medallions
Cuban connection, flexin', willin', sippin' Don P. by the gallon, Queens stalion
(Royal Flush, no
them people
2 birds in the kitchen, 1 brick, 1 desert Eagle
If the cops rush in, better flush it
Better pray to God they don't see you
Cause them
Musical she got a hold on me you know
You know
Drive down to my shawty Rosetta
It's a straight flush when i show her sativa
No mixed feelings we
gonna go take it
Royal Flush, Full House, Just break it
Bets are off cause dude we made it
See
Fold it back to me
You work so hard
You work so hard
cool
Play it cool
I got that shit for him, I'm finna flush it to you
It's nothing to you sending threats, I'm rushing to you
Have the little homie
[Royal Flush]
And we all shine, sit back, crack the wine
Hit you at nine, but twelve, it's show time
First three hundred ladies, free, it's
fake the flush
It be fake commitment
It be sounding real good but is the actions with it
Shawty want that toxic love
That Bobby and that Whitney
Jada
cares if I don't flush the toilet when I pee
It's environmentally friendly
I will flush a number two
But only once I've stuck your head down the loo
Then
‘em up, for playing with a nigga male
Uh, ain't it crazy how shit be
That's why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the drum
That's percussion
I
‘em up, for playing with a nigga male
Uh, ain't it crazy how shit be
That's why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the drum
That's percussion
I
side, gotta flush it down
We talk to folks, cover your mouth
Ain't nobody gonna cover that shifts
So you go to work, you tuff it down
You bust it out
My wrist like The Rock, people’s elbow
Feds on your block, and they at your door
What you gonna do, flush your work, ho!
Flush the work, ho! Flush
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