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