"Flossin'" lyrics
"Flossin'"
(feat. WESTSIDE BOOGIE)
[Lute:]
Water your grass just to peak in my garage
My life's a movie, your life is a facade
This type of livin' for your type is not an option
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin', woah
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin', woah
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin'
They wouldn't hear me so I switched the cadence
I've been down, I've been dedicated
Rap shit, corny without the ice, niggas overrated
The foundation, I'm the Rock of Gibraltar, guns are blazin' like red dead revolver
Baller, shot caller, twenty inch blade, if he [?] dash on the impala, shit
Niggas act like they applying some pressure
Don't get it twisted like my four seat texture
I'm going up like the doors on a Tesla
Niggas mad 'cause the depths don't measure
When they compare, who better?
Between me and themselves
When I'm just being myself, shit
Know your worth nigga, know yourselves, shit
Water your grass just to peak in my garage
My life's a movie, your life is a facade
This type of livin' for your type is not an option
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin', woah
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin', woah
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin'
More tapped in the more I hate society
Gotta stay clear, shit, that triggers my anxiety
I just keep rapping til' I'm somewhere you can't find me
Niggas coppin' chains on consignment
I don't need no diamonds or co-sign
I'm in alignment with the gods
I've been wishing upon these stars since I was thirteen
Spent some years in the shadows 'cause I ain't know myself
But lack of confidence ain't good for your health
Despite how niggas feel, I bet on myself
I gotta finish out the legacy
God broke me down to make a better me, shit
I keep it real, that's why I'm big on transparency
Niggas know the deal, ain't no comparin' me
Water your grass just to peak in my garage
My life's a movie, your life is a facade
This type of livin' for your type is not an option
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin', woah
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin', woah
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin'
[WESTSIDE BOOGIE:]
I ain't the type to need praises 'cause I've been working, no
But wake me up to some pussy, shit I deserve it all
Shit I done carried on my burdens, I ain't took em' over hurdles
Just to make it to the end and find out love is eternal
Keep searching for that blue print, uh
Your low frequency the reason I can't tune in, uh
Can have a change of heart because you had your two cents, uh
Watch your step, shit I've been trippin' over loose ends
Who snuck into my room just to move into my head, no
No, that's them demons that I gotta put to bed, uh
Hope you've been away, all that bullshit you've been fed and
Still ain't flossed in a while, so
You got bad intention on the side of your smile
It's all bad for you
[Lute:]
I pull up with my team on go (Yeah)
I pull up with my wrist on froze
They be mad 'cause we up I suppose
They be mad 'cause we up I suppose
I pull up with my team on go (Yeah)
I pull up with my wrist on froze
They be mad 'cause we up I suppose
They be mad 'cause we up I suppose
Water your grass just to peak in my garage
My life's a movie, your life is a facade
This type of livin' for your type is not an option
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin', woah
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin', woah
I paid the cost to be the boss and now i'm flossin'
Writer(s): Luther Nicholson, Anthony Tremaine Dixson, Marco P. Bruno, Eric K. Mercer
- AZLyrics
- L
- Lute Lyrics
album:
"Gold Mouf" (2021)
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