top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Funkmaster Flex Freestyle Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: F
►
Fabolous
►
Correct Funkmaster Flex Freestyle
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
Feel like I'm Big Meech When I be cashing out Holding my bottles up Champaign splashing out We all got rooms nobody crash the couch More K's at the crib than a Kardashian house No Brian Pumper jewels just large links A lot of ice in 'em I'm talking large drinks Lets see what the Audemar thinks My necklace make chicks Nicki Minaj blink There are no challengers F what the Dodge think I'm riding in the... my garage stinks Cocunut Ciroc, coco-loso Pretty boy swag never coke my nose though Got your baby momma eating off a lead plates It mean the World to her, to me it's just a cheap date Plenty fish in the sea and I keep bait You're a broke rollerblader, cheapskate! My jeep plate say "Tune in to the game" Competition killer, funeral's the name Listen up son, I'm immune to all the lame If I fathered your style, put a Jr. to your name I searched the whole planet, there's no comp on Earth Sky blue J's (Jordan's), look like I stomped a smurf I said life is but a dream Aint always what it seems Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream Raise your glass now lets toast to when we didn't have Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math! I see haters in passing, yeah they 'round I be on the way up, they be on the way down Now I can sit and talk sh-t like Skip Bayless You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless Won't be on Craigslist, lifestyle A-list On my way to Vegas I part playlist Yeah it's just another page in my success story I make my worst enemies wish the best for me My only job, consistent and persistent I go so hard my assistants need assistance I'm living mine hands on get the feel of it Life's a b-tch you might wanna get familair with [Verse From Fabolous "Bring Death To Em"] This the flow that put haters on their deathbed And make the chicks blow the whistle give me rev head Somebody call 911 like 'clef said 'Fore my man's n 'em black out, Meth Red! The newspaper say young rapper left dead The only suspect they have is young funeral And when you see him He might be on his goony proud So you put him up in the air George Clooney style Slow motion for me so just slim juvenile Don't sh-t move a dude can't move his bowels Catch it like Larry Fitzgerald Kurt Warner bullets coming out the 5ths bureau Baby I'mma make it, my sh-ts thorough You shootin blanks your sh-ts durrough The competi... can't hold hold me But first lay in a box and cross your hands for me Fan base killer blame your loss of fans on me I triple what you see's like I'm Ross' man homie (Triple C) Dudes get to New York like loso's dead Tony You pick the place everybody cross the land for me Keep it real, I can't endorse or stand phoney's 'Less we arm wrestle don't force my hand homie These YSL's cost a grand only My white girl bought that Porsche Cayenne for me Sweet, sweet like Georgia peaches School of heart, I get brain from gorgeous teachers Funeral in the house, no mortgage either Any competition he see the boy just ethers I can't feel my face this that Boston George reefer You lie if you say I aint hotter than August weether I mean weather! You can't see me, I mean ever! Ever ever, Andre 3 G This is me G, Gucci print G-G Clean ice neck full of frozen Fiji Been in the game long as Mario, Luigi No Juvenile, Wayne, Turk or B.G. I'm still Hot Boyz but it's stutter gang jack You bang right the first time they don't bang back You's can't ball like me they quickly meer in H.O.R.S.E I bring death to em, no hearing loss! Nice. [End]
add rows