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Ellie Flexxx Video (MV)




Performed By: Vealinium
Length: 2:32
Written by: Bryan Veal




Vealinium - Ellie Flexxx Lyrics




Scorch the jump
After I break it down
I need a pick me up
Bottles and party favors allowed
Shorty come pick me up
I Say we parade it through the town
Go f*ck the city up
So drunk it's a shame I gotta drown
Just to get me up
Baby doll think that she gon run Game on me
I'm asking if her and her fine ass Friends will run a train on me
Freak nigga down and dirty
But no stain on me
We can Snapchat premium
We can stay low key
Corner suite the Hyatt
Swipe the card no key
Shorty gets too horny as Diclonius
I might need to clone this bitch
I need a real one
Lately I've only been attracting the Phoniest
Criticism don't phase a nigga no more hoe say what's on your mind
Sugar coating causes diabetes too
If you fit the shoe get off my line
Too bored to examine your thoughts
It's more fun studying your spine
Acting like you won't drop that ass
At the piggy bank's drop of a dime
Hit and run my notorious crime
I'll call you back
When I got the time
I can't make you mine
Can't you read the signs
Want to sniff the powder
Read between the lines

If my old head told me one thing
Bring em to your world
Don't ever jump outside of yourself
For no girl
If my old head told me one thing
Bring em to your world
Don't ever jump outside of yourself
For no girl

Some things I can't call
It don't phase me
No no not at all

Bet you couldn't tell
Plenty information withheld
Played dumb in your face
With a briefcase of slight intel
The upper connects every time
Textbook tko
Knock your head into your elbow
Bitch hit this bho
Failed hearts will rip your mind Apart
I roam familiar streets
Finding fragments of my psyche
Still lodged in the concrete
See you fail to compute
A basic understanding
How you expecting to compete
Shit I be lying to these women
But I always come clean
A stale sour patch kid
That you would still pick up and eat
This a special dark project
Ain't no access to my street
Taste this special dark chocolate
Bitter bite but the pain so sweet
Rotted teeth
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Scorch the jump
After I break it down
I need a pick me up
Bottles and party favors allowed
Shorty come pick me up
I Say we parade it through the town
Go f*ck the city up
So drunk it's a shame I gotta drown
Just to get me up
Baby doll think that she gon run Game on me
I'm asking if her and her fine ass Friends will run a train on me
Freak nigga down and dirty
But no stain on me
We can Snapchat premium
We can stay low key
Corner suite the Hyatt
Swipe the card no key
Shorty gets too horny as Diclonius
I might need to clone this bitch
I need a real one
Lately I've only been attracting the Phoniest
Criticism don't phase a nigga no more hoe say what's on your mind
Sugar coating causes diabetes too
If you fit the shoe get off my line
Too bored to examine your thoughts
It's more fun studying your spine
Acting like you won't drop that ass
At the piggy bank's drop of a dime
Hit and run my notorious crime
I'll call you back
When I got the time
I can't make you mine
Can't you read the signs
Want to sniff the powder
Read between the lines

If my old head told me one thing
Bring em to your world
Don't ever jump outside of yourself
For no girl
If my old head told me one thing
Bring em to your world
Don't ever jump outside of yourself
For no girl

Some things I can't call
It don't phase me
No no not at all

Bet you couldn't tell
Plenty information withheld
Played dumb in your face
With a briefcase of slight intel
The upper connects every time
Textbook tko
Knock your head into your elbow
Bitch hit this bho
Failed hearts will rip your mind Apart
I roam familiar streets
Finding fragments of my psyche
Still lodged in the concrete
See you fail to compute
A basic understanding
How you expecting to compete
Shit I be lying to these women
But I always come clean
A stale sour patch kid
That you would still pick up and eat
This a special dark project
Ain't no access to my street
Taste this special dark chocolate
Bitter bite but the pain so sweet
Rotted teeth
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Writer: Bryan Veal
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