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Correct Flash Gordon Lyrics
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[Production by The Alchemist] [Verse 1] Used to have to pitch Now I print cash with the BiC The pad is a blank check Embrace death, taste flesh While the rhyme on the page is still wet Far from fictitious The cars attract the bitches I hear the whispers My palms got the blisters By the 4-5, you’re moisturized The oysters are fried Pull fives out the toy box Be as lonely at the top The watchband is croc The palace is a Camelot Don’t ride the camel when it’s hot They channeling Pac My chairmen scramble and rock While I dance to the Spanish guitar Spit the chorus To stimulate the whore’s clitoris It taste like porridge I felt rewarded, from the man I ran from the warrant The high-top Ewings is blue and orange Flash Gordon [Hook] We still getting it Piping dimes on the terrace I’m thinking about my life where it’s headin I sleep with heat under the pillow The cash is where I left it, it’s nothing I watch the city while I’m fucking I’m such a glutton Gucci bucket with the Chukkas Motherfuckers [Verse 2] As a dove flew out the glove of the magician It was just as I predicted Reality is prescripted Trees twisted, autistic Gorgeous hitmen escort the vixen Porsches, imported liquids To buy a snake and acquired taste, we play for higher stakes Wine and dine by the fireplace Romantic, strawberries on the coke My chariot approach I vanished, parlaying with the players Switch layers, Mr. Rogers, galoshes Foxes to dance topless I hit the spot that’s erogenous, erotic Brolic hips, hippopotamus, chocolate bitch The clock is a Swiss, the chronic is lit Gin and tonic, the mix, the Benz is a 6 Inside the Matrix, I’m the glitch .357 with the rubber grip So when the beef pop, the shit don’t slip [Hook] We still getting it Piping dimes on the terrace I’m thinking about my life where it’s headin I sleep with heat under the pillow The cash is where I left it, it’s nothing I watch the city while I’m fucking I’m such a glutton Gucci bucket with the Chukkas Motherfuckers
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