Pade Tea and mimosas on the week days and the weekend
Brunchin' on the low in Dallas smokin tree and smoking salmon
Might be out of reach on Tones Beach probably eating a peach
No contract breach I sign myself you hear my tires screech
I'm a capital J.I.M. I can't do that pirate shit
Don't put everything on IG be on that private shit
Soon to be private jet, charter bus, sprinter van
Touring, touring, touring, touring, touring, touring summer to the winter man
Everything I do explicit new apparel new addition
I'm sufficient with my funds you got insufficient funds
Having this gas like I work at a Shell
Manage myself like I came out of Yale
Shit that I do is exquisite give me a pack you know that I flip it
All 10 just like a pedi probably finesse yo ass you let me
All in the venue all reeking of thrax
Gas nigga homie that's facts
2019 and charging a fee getting it all not partially
Go in the booth and I drop me some heat
Keep a hundred I'm a century Foolie
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
Next stop all business we the new religion
Flavorism I been blazing booths since elementary
Put a hundred in the fifties now we livin risky
Some of my niggas from the Groove a couple from the 60's
Quit tryna tell me I'm insane when you know I'm the vision
Hi Tech and Qualitest the only competition
We getting money did the sin but I'm not a Christian
I got substance quit bluffing keep the shit consistent
Yea it's Flavor Man flipping a hoop making grands
Threw a whole fest with my friends
Tailor my pants
Whenever I do a dance
These ho's don't stand a chance
I do it first they do it last
But they all seem to just make it look trash
We taking over the property
World Culture Music Mafia Monopoly
Ain't nothing in the way that's stopping me
Ain't nothing in the way that's stopping me
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
Keeng Cut - Flavor Lingo (feat. Hakeem Elijuwon & Foolie Foolie) Lyrics
Keeng Cut - Flavor Lingo (feat. Hakeem Elijuwon & Foolie Foolie) Lyrics
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Pade Tea and mimosas on the week days and the weekend
Brunchin' on the low in Dallas smokin tree and smoking salmon
Might be out of reach on Tones Beach probably eating a peach
No contract breach I sign myself you hear my tires screech
I'm a capital J.I.M. I can't do that pirate shit
Don't put everything on IG be on that private shit
Soon to be private jet, charter bus, sprinter van
Touring, touring, touring, touring, touring, touring summer to the winter man
Everything I do explicit new apparel new addition
I'm sufficient with my funds you got insufficient funds
Having this gas like I work at a Shell
Manage myself like I came out of Yale
Shit that I do is exquisite give me a pack you know that I flip it
All 10 just like a pedi probably finesse yo ass you let me
All in the venue all reeking of thrax
Gas nigga homie that's facts
2019 and charging a fee getting it all not partially
Go in the booth and I drop me some heat
Keep a hundred I'm a century Foolie
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
Next stop all business we the new religion
Flavorism I been blazing booths since elementary
Put a hundred in the fifties now we livin risky
Some of my niggas from the Groove a couple from the 60's
Quit tryna tell me I'm insane when you know I'm the vision
Hi Tech and Qualitest the only competition
We getting money did the sin but I'm not a Christian
I got substance quit bluffing keep the shit consistent
Yea it's Flavor Man flipping a hoop making grands
Threw a whole fest with my friends
Tailor my pants
Whenever I do a dance
These ho's don't stand a chance
I do it first they do it last
But they all seem to just make it look trash
We taking over the property
World Culture Music Mafia Monopoly
Ain't nothing in the way that's stopping me
Ain't nothing in the way that's stopping me
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
Brunchin' on the low in Dallas smokin tree and smoking salmon
Might be out of reach on Tones Beach probably eating a peach
No contract breach I sign myself you hear my tires screech
I'm a capital J.I.M. I can't do that pirate shit
Don't put everything on IG be on that private shit
Soon to be private jet, charter bus, sprinter van
Touring, touring, touring, touring, touring, touring summer to the winter man
Everything I do explicit new apparel new addition
I'm sufficient with my funds you got insufficient funds
Having this gas like I work at a Shell
Manage myself like I came out of Yale
Shit that I do is exquisite give me a pack you know that I flip it
All 10 just like a pedi probably finesse yo ass you let me
All in the venue all reeking of thrax
Gas nigga homie that's facts
2019 and charging a fee getting it all not partially
Go in the booth and I drop me some heat
Keep a hundred I'm a century Foolie
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
Next stop all business we the new religion
Flavorism I been blazing booths since elementary
Put a hundred in the fifties now we livin risky
Some of my niggas from the Groove a couple from the 60's
Quit tryna tell me I'm insane when you know I'm the vision
Hi Tech and Qualitest the only competition
We getting money did the sin but I'm not a Christian
I got substance quit bluffing keep the shit consistent
Yea it's Flavor Man flipping a hoop making grands
Threw a whole fest with my friends
Tailor my pants
Whenever I do a dance
These ho's don't stand a chance
I do it first they do it last
But they all seem to just make it look trash
We taking over the property
World Culture Music Mafia Monopoly
Ain't nothing in the way that's stopping me
Ain't nothing in the way that's stopping me
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
You ain't a Jim in a half
You in the way of the cash
Cut all the small talk nigga I'm in pursuit of a bag
Writer: D'Juan Gaiters, Elijah Pigg, Keenan Lane
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid