Allo - Flex lyrics

You think i'm so whack? i wonder that's bout Say my flow's weak, I'm sure your drafts tap out -- Vancity Buzzzzzzed, roast you like a fat stout Simba's bagging it up, i wonder who let the cat out Ain't on shazam; now, polish, shamwow crowds From the 90's spitting hits, kids digs my Smashmouth Town digs my own sound -- in the zone now That lost amateur, loud, bound to be profound Listen I'm more now, motown verse otown I shoot straight, dude don't even bother getting your gats out When I got my mac out, I spray lines, so how bout You're finished dog, pau bow wow, i go pow pow Pa** -- while I let the pa**ion out you're asking how This game's all in my palm...haw haw di karabaw News: is I'm filling in you blanks, so know while You're sleeping on my band's camp, raining on your soundcloud --whatcha say Lupe? they told me dumb it down These fiascos heads still be spinning now Seeing stars with no bars, no celebrities But you can't take the stares, yet that's what you get when you step to me Versus me, turn adversity to more verses, please You advertise sh**ty versions, deservedly this turf is me Coarse as hard sand paper -- on the surface, i mean This paper's hard to understand, a course in university He be the wildest, beastiest that we know So deep and so childish, gamble on this bambino Sino siya? that ego, hot doggin this tocino Primo, now i guess your favourite rapper is filipino 2 and 2, no equals, do the math, i never force Banging on yours, bangin' some doors When opportunity knocks, i smash it to the floor Ignorin' decorum, and my whole team we storm in I lead to broken homes, scene's horrid You gotta redo the flooring, hide the carnage in storage You should probably re-decor, hire plumbing and some florists Restoring the drawers, reboarding the walls, hang portraits Unfortunate - i smash gla** ceilings, but i hope you get Extended metaphors, but ehhhhhhhh that's a stretch Flex - my vocal cords loud til my throat is sore Til they swarm in hoards and exploding me in the local stores In the Rose Garden listening to Rose Garden …jams slam hard as old Roy at the Rose Garden -- see, beating me's like Jay-Z and B divorcing: It's unlikely. dislike me and then I put you in the ring for it Bet on my lines, I rip a mic, spitting like You shouldn't take the gamble dawg, I wouldn't let you pick a fight Wasn't in the cards, can't deal with it damn He get no applause, casino he don't get no hands* Go hammmm -- grill y'all, I'm lit as some brochettes Got bars on cue, until I'm Q, yes Blast like four jets, in tune as a quartet Rap tight as corsets - Rev spits Corvettes You're trucking through buddy, pick up you're slack please You think my drive's annoying, kid, stay in the backseat To get the point across i ride the beat like i'm on tour I mean i go for days when i'm so ga**ed, do you want more? --- Nahhhhhhhhhhhhh, my effort don't lessen a bit I'll be posting more singles than plenty of fish OK Stupid, download these pro files and listen in Arch nemesis be repping this to his next of kin Lyrical k**in' spree — how am i friendly? It's cuz every single one of my enemies is into me But oh oh oh what I'd do for a Eva eva, for eva eva, longoria But i'm preoccupied I ain't got no benjamins At least I'm a big boi, and i cast out you negatives Forecast: immma show you on a paragraphs My lines are off the charts…my hits outperform cats You can't run on, lock down the premises Y'all stuck in my bars and i'm giving 'em long sentences No Darin' him when I'm garish as Mr. Garrison Audiences jumping ——— sprung as hot as harrison -- you're sincere with you thinking that my flow's weird? Oh dear, step back, I'm trying to do a show here Monikers for marketing; dudes just call me dope Francis... Michael Canton and Arevalo Let 'em know, tell 'em go, stop the dudes spittin' lame Whyyy front - MC's literally my middle name