Earl Flinn

Now when this hit the fan you would smell like me

On the double oh no, now you know me

We hook up then this on vatay splee (?)

Loco so my motive (?) as i hit the lotto

Banana smoothie, strawberry with ten feet

Talking to a dun (?) and i do agree

A decade and a half with koolaid, and elly and ess (?)

You thinking that we so lowkey

The beat goes on and the list goes on

And i pour you a glass of the don perry

We hook up the phone 1-313

Disco, frigerator, sysco, (?) now or later

It's that elevator to the dolo nolo

It's that elevator to the dolo nolo (?)

Dog, strag, 313

Dinner at cheetah's, drinks on me

That's the way it is

Getcha money

Get live y'all

Earl flinn

Ride to the rhythm that the dj play'n

(uh uh)

They ain't feeling what the dj spin

Took my man to ten

Tell 'em play it again

Get live y'all

Earl flinn

Yea

Yea

Ain't the deals

I stack more bills than pills

Thrills on the hills for rillz

I'm on tilt

Imagine all the cunt i chip

I never gotta touch myself

I swum a wim (?) in michael phelps

Dc

I never women at cho belts

Still spree

I used to rock

But now i'm in the phillah

R-A, D-I

Don't make me pull the sleeve up

The watch is a keep up

The rocks is a c-cup

Exclusive is the sneaker

A table full of drinks

That's too much to drink up

Chicks wanna sink up

We doin' the machine how i renew 'em and move 'em

That's the way it is

Getcha money

Get live y'all

Earl flinn

Ride to the rhythm that the dj play'n

They ain't feelin what the dj spin

Took my man to ten tell 'em play it again

Get live y'all

Earl flinn

Mos def'ly fly

That's on the low like the fbi

Blown the dro that just left me high

I'm known to blow

Bone a hoe and get lucky like that lefty guy

Prone to flow 'til the death we die

A thousand

Never that

Shouldn't touch the man that what he's clever at

Pockets is forever fat

You snitches would rather rat

On me

Because i'm gettin off your phony

And my wheels are chromy

With the blades like jenobi

I been around the world where they say what up homie

What up son

What up joe

What up showty

What up doe

Broadcastin live from the district

Gettin like i'm right between your eyes with the biscuit

That's the way it is

Getcha money

Get live y'all

Earl flinn

Ride to the rhythm that the dj play'n

(uh uh)

They ain't feeling what the dj spin

Took my man to ten

Tell 'em play it again

Get live y'all

Earl flinn