They wanna hear Father Flow, yuh
They wanna hear Father Flow, yuh
They wanna hear Father Flow
Oh look, it's Mister young dropped Very
Very Good 2, best fruit up outta Barrie
I ain't ever gonna quit, like I'm Mister Fox, Terry
On the rocks with my drink, talking like a dictionary
Stoned young contrarian, barely been harrowed by a beat
Shooting barrels out my seat by the minute
I heard 'em saying Young Flow is back in it
Wilsonesque. I ain't talking Owen with my interest
I'm Wilson Fisk but intimately issue-less
Got matrimony happening - it wasn't on my issue list
It's Mister young phlegm-up-in-tissue-with-a-filter-so-my-Insta-lit
(Eugh!)
Thinking about it I shoulda come back with the greatest hits
I was flipping the mattress to make a mint
Couldn't pay me to rap, I've forsaken it
Call up ASEK, I'm making my latest shit (Ay!)
Now we got the advantage like pay-to-win
Yo, my name is Cooper
I just listened to some of your beats...and some of your rhymes...
And there was this one particular rhyme that really blew my mind
It was like Kubrick into Nicholson...
Ok, so it blew my mind
And I think that your flow... is f*cking cruuuuusty
Got 'em throwing clicks like we're recording it
I said I'm in the booth, I can't afford a minute
Made my own room, get a song through
Pack a bong dude, get some motive in it
Make a little profit, make some money off it
Get a vocal booth 'fore you in a coffin
I been really worried, I been heavy coughing
Looking forward to it, but I'm never stopping
Ay! Mental. Rap ain't covering my dental
Still cover it, bread and butter
All of you borrow the flow like a rental
Moving out the clutter in my verse, I'm a maid
I heard 'em spitting while they stutter while they cursing my name
I'm making waves just like a rudder with my thundering plays
So can another rap motherf*cker flutter away? Amen
I think that your flow is f*ckin' cruuuuusty
Flowzus - Crusty Lyrics
Flowzus - Crusty Lyrics
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They wanna hear Father Flow, yuh
They wanna hear Father Flow, yuh
They wanna hear Father Flow
Oh look, it's Mister young dropped Very
Very Good 2, best fruit up outta Barrie
I ain't ever gonna quit, like I'm Mister Fox, Terry
On the rocks with my drink, talking like a dictionary
Stoned young contrarian, barely been harrowed by a beat
Shooting barrels out my seat by the minute
I heard 'em saying Young Flow is back in it
Wilsonesque. I ain't talking Owen with my interest
I'm Wilson Fisk but intimately issue-less
Got matrimony happening - it wasn't on my issue list
It's Mister young phlegm-up-in-tissue-with-a-filter-so-my-Insta-lit
(Eugh!)
Thinking about it I shoulda come back with the greatest hits
I was flipping the mattress to make a mint
Couldn't pay me to rap, I've forsaken it
Call up ASEK, I'm making my latest shit (Ay!)
Now we got the advantage like pay-to-win
Yo, my name is Cooper
I just listened to some of your beats...and some of your rhymes...
And there was this one particular rhyme that really blew my mind
It was like Kubrick into Nicholson...
Ok, so it blew my mind
And I think that your flow... is f*cking cruuuuusty
Got 'em throwing clicks like we're recording it
I said I'm in the booth, I can't afford a minute
Made my own room, get a song through
Pack a bong dude, get some motive in it
Make a little profit, make some money off it
Get a vocal booth 'fore you in a coffin
I been really worried, I been heavy coughing
Looking forward to it, but I'm never stopping
Ay! Mental. Rap ain't covering my dental
Still cover it, bread and butter
All of you borrow the flow like a rental
Moving out the clutter in my verse, I'm a maid
I heard 'em spitting while they stutter while they cursing my name
I'm making waves just like a rudder with my thundering plays
So can another rap motherf*cker flutter away? Amen
I think that your flow is f*ckin' cruuuuusty
They wanna hear Father Flow, yuh
They wanna hear Father Flow
Oh look, it's Mister young dropped Very
Very Good 2, best fruit up outta Barrie
I ain't ever gonna quit, like I'm Mister Fox, Terry
On the rocks with my drink, talking like a dictionary
Stoned young contrarian, barely been harrowed by a beat
Shooting barrels out my seat by the minute
I heard 'em saying Young Flow is back in it
Wilsonesque. I ain't talking Owen with my interest
I'm Wilson Fisk but intimately issue-less
Got matrimony happening - it wasn't on my issue list
It's Mister young phlegm-up-in-tissue-with-a-filter-so-my-Insta-lit
(Eugh!)
Thinking about it I shoulda come back with the greatest hits
I was flipping the mattress to make a mint
Couldn't pay me to rap, I've forsaken it
Call up ASEK, I'm making my latest shit (Ay!)
Now we got the advantage like pay-to-win
Yo, my name is Cooper
I just listened to some of your beats...and some of your rhymes...
And there was this one particular rhyme that really blew my mind
It was like Kubrick into Nicholson...
Ok, so it blew my mind
And I think that your flow... is f*cking cruuuuusty
Got 'em throwing clicks like we're recording it
I said I'm in the booth, I can't afford a minute
Made my own room, get a song through
Pack a bong dude, get some motive in it
Make a little profit, make some money off it
Get a vocal booth 'fore you in a coffin
I been really worried, I been heavy coughing
Looking forward to it, but I'm never stopping
Ay! Mental. Rap ain't covering my dental
Still cover it, bread and butter
All of you borrow the flow like a rental
Moving out the clutter in my verse, I'm a maid
I heard 'em spitting while they stutter while they cursing my name
I'm making waves just like a rudder with my thundering plays
So can another rap motherf*cker flutter away? Amen
I think that your flow is f*ckin' cruuuuusty
Writer: Brody Weld
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