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Flow Video (MV)




Performed By: Bighand-NO
Length: 3:00
Written by: Norris Jenkins




Bighand-NO - Flow Lyrics




Bounce Ride put ya hands up nigga
We on this shit they ain't f*cking wit us
Bitches
Niggas
What Up What Up What Up
Check it

Bring ya platoon I off them suckas play me too close like I'm soft or something
Two toast get you off of something whatever you heavily armed
Aim steady and bomb uh pretty thang give brain till I'm ready to come
Then I twist her like spaghetti or somethin
No the man like f*ck what you heard what I'm riding wood grain plus the leather for sure
Bitch niggas so candy got an edible flow dog who better than NO
Categorize me with a separate flow
If you yappin I ain't trippin even though if It escalades dog hope you ready to go
Got too much dog I'm ready to blow
Yo my tongue worth a Mil or more get money when you deal wit NO
Not real niggas don't chill with NO
Four fives have em kneelin Yo

I'm the dude you catch up in the cockpit probably gettin cock from a bitch
Yes
Whatever I'm ridin she love the way it sit wit the tints and the wheels
And the rims plus the deals And it's him the Industry just dropped the soap cuz
I'm a rape the game till I'm so far from broke
Ya'll niggas lame ya'll so far from NO I know I came I still got so far to go
Oh
It's a penalty you botherin NO
D-E cross your T's Dot your I's
Rest in peace lost ya life the awesome guy the hood love me where the dudes
On the corners Cruddy DC PG come On lova defeatin me is pure deceit
It's basically so plain to see initially I came in peace bang the piece till its clickin
Nine out of ten I bet a 3rd of them shits hittin you know the drizzy

We came to dominate the game lova we six deep in the Grand Marquis
The Crown Vicky Right behind us three More cats in there which means like nine of us
Come up short to beef you'll lose like them niners
Cock block my dough them shots gon find test that I bet that the cops find ya
Suspects don't sweat that they won't find us
F*ck friends roll wit my dogs don't trust nada get rims put on the Benz wit no problem
In and outta ya bitch real proper call me poppa she scream like the opera
It's DC up in this bitch we bang choppas hit the corner full of that stuff and
Put several niggas deep in the dust seeing doubles when you speakin on us feel
The treble yea them heaters bust gon
See the doctors when you people get touched the games over you bitch
Niggas drizzy as f*ck wit hangovers sendin
Shots over ya shoulder you layover till hell freezes over we sending them boulders bitch
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Bounce Ride put ya hands up nigga
We on this shit they ain't f*cking wit us
Bitches
Niggas
What Up What Up What Up
Check it

Bring ya platoon I off them suckas play me too close like I'm soft or something
Two toast get you off of something whatever you heavily armed
Aim steady and bomb uh pretty thang give brain till I'm ready to come
Then I twist her like spaghetti or somethin
No the man like f*ck what you heard what I'm riding wood grain plus the leather for sure
Bitch niggas so candy got an edible flow dog who better than NO
Categorize me with a separate flow
If you yappin I ain't trippin even though if It escalades dog hope you ready to go
Got too much dog I'm ready to blow
Yo my tongue worth a Mil or more get money when you deal wit NO
Not real niggas don't chill with NO
Four fives have em kneelin Yo

I'm the dude you catch up in the cockpit probably gettin cock from a bitch
Yes
Whatever I'm ridin she love the way it sit wit the tints and the wheels
And the rims plus the deals And it's him the Industry just dropped the soap cuz
I'm a rape the game till I'm so far from broke
Ya'll niggas lame ya'll so far from NO I know I came I still got so far to go
Oh
It's a penalty you botherin NO
D-E cross your T's Dot your I's
Rest in peace lost ya life the awesome guy the hood love me where the dudes
On the corners Cruddy DC PG come On lova defeatin me is pure deceit
It's basically so plain to see initially I came in peace bang the piece till its clickin
Nine out of ten I bet a 3rd of them shits hittin you know the drizzy

We came to dominate the game lova we six deep in the Grand Marquis
The Crown Vicky Right behind us three More cats in there which means like nine of us
Come up short to beef you'll lose like them niners
Cock block my dough them shots gon find test that I bet that the cops find ya
Suspects don't sweat that they won't find us
F*ck friends roll wit my dogs don't trust nada get rims put on the Benz wit no problem
In and outta ya bitch real proper call me poppa she scream like the opera
It's DC up in this bitch we bang choppas hit the corner full of that stuff and
Put several niggas deep in the dust seeing doubles when you speakin on us feel
The treble yea them heaters bust gon
See the doctors when you people get touched the games over you bitch
Niggas drizzy as f*ck wit hangovers sendin
Shots over ya shoulder you layover till hell freezes over we sending them boulders bitch
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Writer: Norris Jenkins
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