Flow (ms Jackson) Lyrics

Flow (ms Jackson) lyrics

What's da supa king K Double O-P-A Say 

if i say hey, can i get yo number she say, OK

U ask for her number and she be like, No Way!

got da boots sayin What it Do instead of gouday

everybody that think that the Chamillion can't rap

I couldn't make a wack rap if my name was J-Mack

I'm just jokin mack i take that back 

but i just gave u a shoud out nigga, u can't hate that!

Big twinkey inch leenas, clarion car screenas

got hoes sayin "Woop, Pull over" like Trina

I'm not a drank leena cuz i rather zip zema

yellow braud named Tina take my clothes to da cleaners

Im above u, u under me like an umbrella

don't even try to front like yo game is much betta

if she yellow like the letters in my iceberg sweeta

then u betta not let her leave home cuz i'll gett'a

im thugged out foreva, weak.. i think not!

im as throwed as a rock in a shot slingshot

knock, knock!! who is it? 

none of yo damn business

its da color changin' lizard so shut up until he's finish

nigga, i roll chrome and ill pull up in yo home

ice lookin like i stuck my finger in a snowcone

when it comes to this rap, u can't do me no harm

i would still be calm with a bomb in my palm

and a big stick of dynamite strapped to my arm

three W's dot, get of my dick dot com

i don't wear versace cuz i ain't tryin to be cute

i gave my lawyer da boot cuz he try to put me in a suit

eat meat with big tig and im throwed al pauldin

twenty inch rollers, sean john on my clothin 

and youavage downtown every semester

i might pop up in a drop with blindside and lester

nigga, nig nag paddy wack

hold up man, matter fact 

i almost forgot to give a shout out to da alley cats

my nigga, A D, A Lee, and Slim T 

Bun B, and Ron C and Big T-I-M-P

gotta post them nigga,  out for them boys up on da south

no need to spell it out cuz yall now what im talkin bout