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Super Floss Lyrics - Artist : Packy
Yeah, ayy, turn my headphones up
Floss, always floss Ain't nobody messin' with me when I grip the pen I'm the ille-illest shit to hit this city in a min' I'm the Bombay? Sippin on gin, spittin' synonyms Sleeping on me dummy? It's time to get your second wind I've been winning for a minute, you're not on your second win You don't have a W, you reckon that I'm wreckin' it I reckon that you're checkin' me out, I'm just checkin' in Youngin in the game so they tell me I'm developin' Hell if I'ma stay irrelevant To these unintelligent benedicts Acting like they know rap and they invented it Wanna be a hip-hop head? Then get ahead of it Either way, hater stay the hell out of my element, yeah I'ma shine boy, you ain't getting none of it Automatic with my 16's, like a gun in it This is my town and I'm runnin' it Ain't no gaps in my raps, they wouldn't be holy with a nun in it Skip the hook, I'ma flow to the fullest My words are my weaponry, boatload of bullets Finger on the trigger Mess with me and it's a recipe for me to teach a lesson G I'll go ahead and pull it bang! What's up, that's your girl that your cussin' out You're mad she's at my show to see what all the fuss about Front row in that shirt that she's busting out That'll teach you to trust a ho, man shut your mouth I ain't for no games, bro keep it to yourself Why you wearing baby GAP, keep those clothes on your shelf Hah I'm only kidding, but really though Drop it to the floor baby, go on, take it really low Yeah I'm just living life and enjoying it Staying sucker free and it works like I'm employing it Okay, word, I'ma kid from the 'burbs I don't hide it, I just take a beat and ride it better than the herbs Get it through your thick head, I'm a problem Don't tie me to wack dudes 'cause I'm not them Gon' tie me to my crew 'cause I got them REFS in this beotch, boy that's the squadron And I'm the emcee that ya slept on Better get up or expect to be stepped on I'm prepped with a pep in my step now, so step down I take a big city, turn it to a Speck town What you know about the kid who spits spherical lyrical circles Around these turtles, guess I'll be the hare in this race If you don't see me, you got hair in your face I don't need a scrabble board to put a square in his place You got a chip on your shoulder and got an ape on your back I got my city on my shoulder and a cape on my back You wanna step to Superman, you'll get a lesson, in fact I got a message for you hacks, you ain't messing with Shaq, man My shit is super floss, my shit is super floss I don't speak in turn, I'm a super boss Super this, super that, let's get super sauced, ayy My shit is super floss, my shit is super floss, yeah My shit is super floss |
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