Kidz In The Hall - Flickin' lyrics

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Kidz In The Hall - Flickin' lyrics

[Intro: Naledge] (Right, right, right) See, tell me what you flickin' like Tell, tell me what you flickin' like [Verse 1: Naledge] Live life like make believe Red tee top on, gangsta lean Fresh off tour where I'm makin' Gs This type sh** that a gangsta dream Pray to the city, put faith in me Rebound, boxed out, make space for me sh** on point like Rafer be Charlie think, why think majorly? We major league, so pay per V I-E double you faithfully Prolly why your ho be chasin' me Like grenadine, I been a fiend For the M-I-C in NYC VIP with a PYT Just 19 but don't need ID Cause she 33-24-33 (3, 3, 3) See, that's what we call a brick house We 'bout to blow like when she put my dick out Respect the game, don't call the broad Think about that, just call it off He's so ho but hardly cough, hardly cough [Hook: Naledge] Every time you sleep at night That's what I be livin' like Cartier is on my face Cadillac be whizzin' by-y-y-y-y Tell me I ain't flickin' like tha-a-at (Like that?) Like tha-a-at (Like that?) Bubbly overflow my gla** Two hundred is on the dash No, it ain't my birthday But you see me spendin' caaaash Tell me I ain't flickin' like tha-a-at (Like that?) Like tha-a-at (Like that?) [Verse 2: Naledge] (Right, right, right) See, tell me what you flickin' like (Like, like, like) See, tell me what you flickin' like Pimp, ka-pimp, in my own f**in' mind (Mind, mind, mind) All-black dance, 10D pants, shirty tho' thick No romance, skin like cocoa Bounce like pogo, toss like Romo Fly kids call my closet dojo Rich boy, but don't know Polow Donned in Polo, man on the horse is the logo Y'all ho's know, say she don't Then she gets crazy, clownin', Bozo Leave solo like them plastic cups, as we f** Backseat Chuck blastin' That pa**ion tha', as she s** I might be crashin' Nah, I be steady on my whip game proper And fresher than Binaca, cuh [Hook] [Verse 3: Nalegde] Cartier be the frame on the eye Flick game proper, not a stain on the guy Wilhelmina M put a name in his ride And he still act like when he stayed off Clyde Whip like van in Fast and Furious Eastside crazy, High Park serious C-cup redbone, so bi-curious My life so damn luxurious (Why?) Hennessey and Hypno the pairing (Why?) Don't worry, be happy like McFerrin George Daniels' church suit T.D. Jakes' church loot Dream like this pimp tight I blow through and.. [Hook] [Outro: Nalegde] (Right, right, right) See, tell me what you flickin' like (Like, like, like) See, tell me what you flickin' like (Right, right, right) See, tell me what you flickin' like Tell me what you flickin' like T-tell me what you flickin' like

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