a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

m.a.l.c. - flicka' da' wrist (remix) lyrics

Loading...

[verse 1: m.a.l.c.]
walk in a mall and i feel like i’m god

buy out the store
start the whip, and we gone

walk down the street
and they bumping my song

if you give lesser f-cks
things will never go wrong

me and my bihh
like the star of the movie

stare at her —
as i’m griping her booty

don’t know n0body
that claimed that they knew me

cause them n-ggas fake
and they’d never salute me

i’m raw like the show
never raw like i’m sushi

rock bottom your -ss
and start blasting some boosie

don’t know how to dance
but i’ll dab to the music

them jewels on my arm
bet them links they be cuban

don’t want no relationship
just f-ck and keep moving

can’t mess with them thots
cause them thots they be clueless

i’m not the l’ god
so you won’t see me losing

i’ll stay on my hustle
you won’t see me coolan

you heard i can’t rap
what the f-ck is you stupid?

line you up with them drums
make you sing like acoustic

i look at my phone
it’s your girl she keep messaging

talking bout how i talk
saying its eloquent

you see these diamonds
i mean it’s so evident

bend her -ss over and
show her this elephant

i’m just her crush
not the soda, no beverages

unless she talking
bout giving me head the best

yes i’m a pimp
and yo bihh don’t like gentlemen

dress up in white
be fly like a pelican

really could care less
about that lil’ set you in

don’t kiss and tell
and lowkey, i know h-lla sh-t

thinking i’m boring
you may wanna guess again

hop out that foreign
i bet your girl head ‘ll spin

fo’ i let off
and start blasting this cannon

need i remind you
i’ma boss and outstanding

say how come i heard
you a hopeless romantic

yo bihh said you paid
for that p-ssy, got dammit

you simping -ss n-ggas
i’m strictly bout pimping

that bihh disrespect
and she’ll walk away limping

n-ggas stupid
brains move slower than a planet

i’ll knock ya top clean off
and i ain’t talkin’ janet

[hook:]

[verse 2: m.a.l.c.]
hi how you doin’, i’m m.a.l.c.,
i’m who your favorite
rapper wanna be

my style is too dope
and i be dressing clean

your girl cannot help herself messing with me

i do not blame her
cause i’m bout my business see

i would not claim her
cause she is a thottie

i be so fly, with tha buckle no tie

f-ck with my mind
you’ll get knuckles in eye

sometimes i feel like
that i’m so invincible

look at these diamonds
they made out of minerals

gotcha bestfriend
and she sucked on my genitals

know she a thot
so i know she not into you

know how i rock
i’ll go dive in her swimming pool

look what i copped i got
diamonds some emeralds

heart of a soldier
and mind of a general

i am a mastermind
raised by a criminal

when down and out
it feels like no ones feeling you

i know the feel
just because i’m an indigo

some people hating
they really don’t feel my flow

wasn’t your fault
if you wasn’t born rocking gold

but it’s your fault
if you live your life broke

you want some money?
get up and go chase it moe

i’m trynna make it
and i’ve lost my patience so

i gotta hustle, and hustle
till i get known!

told myself that
i would make it one day..
single or taken i don’t need a bae

i’m running this game
like i’m playing 2k

i can handle the pressure
cause i’m a finesser

your girl trynna f-ck me
i might aswell let her

then after that i’ll get back
to the cheddar

shout out to my n-ggas
we in it together

but i work alone
cause alone is for better!

[hook]

- m a l c lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...