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flow season – err lyrics

[hook]
wack and fleeze
catch us at the sp-ce if you please
sipping on a forty of the orange m deeze

[verse 1: fleeze]
people should stop me
if they see me not walking
the only time i rush
is when i’m busy causing problems
i’m disgusting
spinning gold with my -sscheeks
people call me stunningrumpskin
that’s not what my name be
flow season, yeah we in the house
when we step up
there’s no trash bars allowed
so if you hear them shout
don’t even think
take a swing please
make my f-cking day
punch me out on the streets please
people been talking sh-t
for a little bit
i’m getting sick
let me get p-ssed real quick
wait
i don’t talk about sh-t i don’t know
i should hold my tongue
i don’t give a f-ck
when a little kid run
no sh-t i’m a quick talk cynic
preachers of the church
wanna get your head twisted
so be careful when you’re buying
what they’re selling
ten percent’s a lot
for a cracker and no h-lling

[hook]
wack and fleeze
catch us at the sp-ce if you please
sipping on a forty of the orange m deeze

[verse 2: wack]
people should stop me
if they see me not walking
jogging, juggling a couple of coffins
running amok, the son of a
gun is gunning for his lyrical prey
my day to day doing dumb sh-t
i pump sh-t while you punks
get p-wned off
p-ss the pr-ck p-ss
ima need to be pardoned
bars are bar none
lucky f-ck it
i’m on one
not your fickle on/off
love that you call on
it’s settled fettle
this is not the pot you’re calling kettle
bet his sweat is vinaigrette
or better yet the bars are metal
the lamb born transformed in a d-mn swarm
of hornets, orbit forcing morbid sores
in a man’s core
the dude is hotter than two foxes f-cking
in a burlap sack
in the australian outback
they found wack in a
toolshed with moose dad
rapping solely gold as that
loose egg that goose had

[hook]
wack and fleeze
catch us at the sp-ce if you please
sipping on a forty of the orange m deeze

[verse 3: fleeze]
name’s around town
for a pound i left at ground one
zero is out son
yeah f-ck it, fleeze is on one
third person, speaking easy
’bout the treason
giving you a reason
to keep freezing out the heaters
i speak simple so you
don’t miss a word
sip too much deeze
now my verbs are like germs
infecting the ears
of every sheep in the herd
the things fleeze are speaking
make gold bars look like t-rds

[verse 4: wack]
i’m sipping seven
chasing taste with
golden glimpse of heaven
twenty twenty, spitting funny
after ‘bout ten or eleven
heavy, scaley, rapping dragon
like i’m kevin straley
masticating fakes
unless you great
it’s best you get to stepping
quad laser, god help
the star gazer
day of raising h-ll
like a car lifting ball taser
hypno-r-mm-ng the carl type
of broad chaser
sp-ce grim and br-mm-ng
we two wicked bar raisers

[outro: sample]
thank– f-ck you

- flow season lyrics

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