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Big Daddy Flash - F.L.A.S.H. (The B-I-G) Lyrics



Big Daddy Flash - F.L.A.S.H. (The B-I-G) Lyrics
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Watch me do my thang all up on my grind now
Watch me do my thang all up on yo timeline
Im getting change like I'm banking at the free throw
Money got my brain like a shorty with a deep throat
We be on the rise surprise it's these guys
Look at you devise a rhyme but keep quiet
I be with The L on the a-v-e
We by ourselves and you can't see me
Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Hol up, Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Im so self centered, wealth enters my bank with ease and bless niggas
F*ck hoes, collect figures, that's the motto
You catch me hanging round a bunch of Vatos, eating chicken, watermelon, Kool-Aid, and f*cking tacos
This nigga not a gangsta wassup with that
F*ck yo opinion I'll rather just count my bucks and stacks, in fact this, craftsman
Has been crafting, crapping raps that, happen, to be smashing asses flat
Watch me do my thang all up on my grind now
Watch me do my thang all up on yo timeline
Im getting change like I'm banking at the free throw
Money got my brain like a shorty with a deep throat
We be on the rise surprise it's these guys
Look at you devise a rhyme but keep quiet
I be with The L on the a-v-e
We by ourselves and you can't see me
Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Hol up, Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Niggas been popping hard and reckless shit
Always after flash with petty shit
Wapp you in yo mutha f*cking eye, you'll see what Fetty get
And Ian playing, I'll let yo bum ass starve, you got a smart ass mouth but boy you dumb at heart
You trying hard to imitate a imitator, but still intimidated by the original, you in a pigeon coupe
I'll shit on you with no reason for it
That's just flash, and don't ask cause you don't need to know it
Now that's that
Watch me do my thang all up on my grind now
Watch me do my thang all up on yo timeline
Im getting change like I'm banking at the free throw
Money got my brain like a shorty with a deep throat
We be on the rise surprise it's these guys
Look at you devise a rhyme but keep quiet
I be with The L on the a-v-e
We by ourselves and you can't see me
Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Hol up, Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
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Watch me do my thang all up on my grind now
Watch me do my thang all up on yo timeline
Im getting change like I'm banking at the free throw
Money got my brain like a shorty with a deep throat
We be on the rise surprise it's these guys
Look at you devise a rhyme but keep quiet
I be with The L on the a-v-e
We by ourselves and you can't see me
Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Hol up, Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Im so self centered, wealth enters my bank with ease and bless niggas
F*ck hoes, collect figures, that's the motto
You catch me hanging round a bunch of Vatos, eating chicken, watermelon, Kool-Aid, and f*cking tacos
This nigga not a gangsta wassup with that
F*ck yo opinion I'll rather just count my bucks and stacks, in fact this, craftsman
Has been crafting, crapping raps that, happen, to be smashing asses flat
Watch me do my thang all up on my grind now
Watch me do my thang all up on yo timeline
Im getting change like I'm banking at the free throw
Money got my brain like a shorty with a deep throat
We be on the rise surprise it's these guys
Look at you devise a rhyme but keep quiet
I be with The L on the a-v-e
We by ourselves and you can't see me
Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Hol up, Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Niggas been popping hard and reckless shit
Always after flash with petty shit
Wapp you in yo mutha f*cking eye, you'll see what Fetty get
And Ian playing, I'll let yo bum ass starve, you got a smart ass mouth but boy you dumb at heart
You trying hard to imitate a imitator, but still intimidated by the original, you in a pigeon coupe
I'll shit on you with no reason for it
That's just flash, and don't ask cause you don't need to know it
Now that's that
Watch me do my thang all up on my grind now
Watch me do my thang all up on yo timeline
Im getting change like I'm banking at the free throw
Money got my brain like a shorty with a deep throat
We be on the rise surprise it's these guys
Look at you devise a rhyme but keep quiet
I be with The L on the a-v-e
We by ourselves and you can't see me
Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
Hol up, Its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
See its the b-i-g
Its the b-i-g
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Writer: MAURICE BROWN RODNEY, Willie Lester, Rodney Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid




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