D-Reck - Flossin' lyrics

Ha, ha.. [Hook: Noke D - 2x] We ride candy paint, on swanging thangs Flossing, through your hood We got purple drank, and stick dank Living life, like you know we should, ha [D-Reck] I was feeling pimp-a-licious hustla-ticious, playa-dochas so I wrote this You can quote this from the locest, in the lab with nocus pocus Staying focused on the mash, get on feet getting your cash Tummy growling touch my back, palms itching like a rash I do the thang how I want, spit the game make my point Sprinkle her brain now it's on, we gon roll from dusk till dawn I'm teaching her she teaching me, I'm touching her she touching me She hugging me she rubbing me, she struggle with me she loving me She hustle with me tussle with me, on me partna thugging with me Down a** dame with similar brain, boys get to the game I pimp it like I eat it, I touched it and delete it Complete it and repeat it, if I don't need it then I leave it If you down or you ain't, if you not then you can't Get no bank no dank, no X or no drank Get inside if you gon ride, pay attention eyes wide You gotta be up on it if you wanna, rest that a** on buck hide [Hook - 2x] [Tyte Eyez] Sipping drank, with that sticky dank Sitting low to the road, in a candy red tank Chilling with a hundred thee, in the bank We steal the flo', my team won't sink Please don't blink, cause you might miss me Cause I'm moving through the hood, quite quickly In a big drop top, white V Sitting low to the street, on 23's It's Tyte Eezie please believe me, I'ma have a dime piece breezy On her kneezies on that easy, and that coochie gon be greasy If she sleazy, I'ma pa** that I'm from the hood, I don't love no rats Use to packing, them slugs and gats But now I switched the game, now I'm busting raps But don't get it twisted, I'll bust a cap Hush lil' n***a, gon take you a nap Rush you in the night, and you might just crap Crush right bone, and your neck might snap On the map, that Dirty 3 Way down South, you best believe We gon have a lot of drank, by the bank And a lot of candy paint, and the best of weed [Hook - 2x] [Kiotti] Maybe in a Corolla Coupe, Houpe with a solo roof Or a 0-3, Beeeenz It's 3's 84's, Spre's low's mo-mo's Or some twinkie, two Lorenz As long as it got candy paint, we ain't picky As long as it got candy paint, it be sticky As long as the paint wet, drippy-drippy My pinky make the atmosphere, nippy-nippy I may floss, like a dental procedure My trunk make the midnight be bright, street light we don't need ya I hate that, bad have to leave her But now it's top drop on a gold road, next to Jesus We make, atheists believe us And do the team song, three in action in chrome on low feeters Music sound clear, in low speakers My world is a block, I wanna teach you like a preacher Why you peeing me, R.I.P. F-A-T P-A-T baby [Hook - 2x]