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kidz in the hall - flickin' lyrics

[intro: naledge]
(right, right, right)
see, tell me what you fl!ckin’ like
tell, tell me what you fl!ckin’ like

[verse 1: naledge]
live life like make believe
red tee top on, gangsta lean
fresh off tour where i’m makin’ gs
this type sh-t that a gangsta dream
pray to the city, put faith in me
rebound, boxed out, make sp-ce for me
sh-t on point like rafer be
charlie think, why think majorly?
we major league, so pay per v
i-e double you faithfully
prolly why your ho be chasin’ me
like grenadine, i been a fiend
for the m-i-c in nyc
vip with a pyt
just 19 but don’t need id
cause she 33-24-33 (3, 3, 3)
see, that’s what we call a brick house
we ’bout to blow like when she put my d-ck out
respect the game, don’t call the broad
think about that, just call it off
he’s so ho but hardly cough, hardly cough

[hook: naledge]
every time you sleep at night
that’s what i be livin’ like
cartier is on my face
cadillac be whizzin’ by-y-y-y-y
tell me i ain’t fl!ckin’ like tha-a-at (like that?)
like tha-a-at (like that?)
bubbly overflow my gl-ss
two hundred is on the dash
no, it ain’t my birthday
but you see me spendin’ caaaash
tell me i ain’t fl!ckin’ like tha-a-at (like that?)
like tha-a-at (like that?)

[verse 2: naledge]
(right, right, right)
see, tell me what you fl!ckin’ like
(like, like, like)
see, tell me what you fl!ckin’ like
pimp, ka-pimp, in my own f-ckin’ mind (mind, mind, mind)
all-black dance, 10d pants, shirty tho’ thick
no romance, skin like cocoa
bounce like pogo, toss like romo
fly kids call my closet dojo
rich boy, but don’t know polow
donned in polo, man on the horse is the logo
y’all ho’s know, say she don’t
then she gets crazy, clownin’, bozo
leave solo like them plastic cups, as we f-ck
backseat chuck blastin’
that p-ssion tha’, as she suck
i might be crashin’
nah, i be steady on my whip game proper
and fresher than binaca, cuh

[hook]

[verse 3: nalegde]
cartier be the frame on the eye
fl!ck game proper, not a stain on the guy
wilhelmina m put a name in his ride
and he still act like when he stayed off clyde
whip like van in fast and furious
eastside crazy, high park serious
c-cup redbone, so bi-curious
my life so d-mn luxurious (why?)
hennessey and hypno the pairing (why?)
don’t worry, be happy like mcferrin
george daniels’ church suit
t.d. jakes’ church loot
dream like this pimp tight
i blow through and..

[hook]

[outro: nalegde]
(right, right, right)
see, tell me what you fl!ckin’ like
(like, like, like)
see, tell me what you fl!ckin’ like
(right, right, right)
see, tell me what you fl!ckin’ like
tell me what you fl!ckin’ like
t-tell me what you fl!ckin’ like

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