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celph titled – floss filthy lyrics

[celpt t-tled {big scoob}:]
{yeah, uh huh, big scoob, celph t-tled, let’s go}

[chorus:]
{son i’m from the place where we floss regardless,
cars clothes, we ball the hardest}
dog i’m from the home of palm trees and low rider trucks
where we let the b-ss thump and don’t give a f-ck
{so that’s how you get down?}
oh that’s how you get down?
{man this is how i get down}
nah this is how i get down

i keep it filthy as f-ck and live the life of a dog
catch me in the club with your wife when your favorite songs on
you poppin’ the cris’ and i’m popping your b-tch
when you out buying fifths i’m polishing a four fifth
add another scuff to my kicks, think i give a sh-t?
i wore the same pair of tim’s since ’96
even my nike air max is deflated
with holes in my socks and mildew rotten shoe laces
and i still bag more broads than ya’ll n-gg-s
even though i borrowed all the clothes in my promo pictures
i say ‘big w-lly, you can’t stop the rain’
i wear dirty undershirts full of pasta stains
and shave maybe once every two weeks
i’d rather utilize the blade to put a scar on your cheek
i rock promotional shirts even if the group’s wack
so don’t be surprised if you see your logo on my back
i don’t need to floss for s-x
in fact my averex got electrical tape holding the zipper in place
iced out only, after i robbed you
and it’s bling bling when you see the snub kn-b through

[chorus x2]

{son let me tell you why i dress so big
ice on my neck is so d-mn big
house and my cars cost so d-mn much
and the rims on my truck just can’t be touched
all my b-tches got bodies like them chicks on cable
i got about a hundred hoes up in my stable
i’m not just johnny n-gg- call me famous
any more cris’ we drink til we p-ss
i don’t bop when i walk {why?} cause i don’t walk
i’m in the benz with the drop and i don’t talk
chickenheads wanna holler til they throat get ho-rs-
little kids i give them money when the lights take course
all my guns spit sh-lls like they ate sunflowers
you could take a blood bath or stand and take a shower
to me it don’t matter, put holes in your bladder
fill your body with led til you ten times fatter}

[chorus x2]

{celph you know i live like a real life king
got three kid named bling, bling, bling}
it ain’t a thing i’m at the grammy’s with a wife beater
drinking rum and c-kes straight out the two liter
{trendsetters, you do you i do me
i even eat frosted flakes mixed with bubbly}
it could get ugly, i’m taking fat b-tches to the buffet
with coupons, with my uncle’s suit on
{big scoob, i got a house full of hoes
a mouth full of flows, a pocket full of holes}
ayo i got a lot of respect for all the real playeas
whether flossing or not we still gettin’ paper {still gettin’ paper,
still getting paper}

[chorus x2]

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