Sugar - Flossin' lyrics

(*Marilyn singing*) (*Papa Reu talking*) [C-Note] We flossing they glossing, big bossing for life Nina Ross paid the cost, so I made her my wife I got them digital screens, in the back of the ride I got them 20 inch strings, sitting low outside Taking flights seeing sights, up in Kansas City All the way down South, in Jackson Mississippi Made a stop in N.O., so I can holla at Juve Blowing green got a scene, in Baller Blockin' the movie Pull the set fly the jet, bout to land in Texas Touched down in H-Town, home of candy and Lexus I've been around the world, should of seen what I saw Pieces hanging g**ning, down in Arkansas Everytime that they see me, I'm in some'ing that's pretty My n***a Ike's keep it tight, in Oklahoma the city You know I gotta keep it real, with them boys down South That got them diamonds in they grill, and the gold in they mouth [Hook: Papa Reu - 2x] Cause we flossing, we flossing Everything glossing, they glossing 20 inch shining, they shining Piece and chain swinging, they swinging come again [Sugar] God damn, what is life about What I gotta do pull a rifle out, to have a cumfy nice amount of money Take it from a playa, who's seen some'ing kicked Hustling use to be my deal, till I noticed it ain't pay the bills I do my thang around you satin, cut up c**aine around you Couldn't even keep no slang around you, no mo' letting em hang around you (ask girlfriend), slam cats like a screen door In a Hurricane, Botany Boys top ranking up In the harder game, see this lady always makes the bucks From this state, n***as got carpet burns on they nuts By letting em hang, wreck fools from the gate I run with the big dogs, and the heavyweights I peeped you, put up your defense to hate this I rush your a**, like Terrell Davis And Mavis, couldn't staple my rap book together See I'm the type, that'll shoot dice or do whatever [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Flip] I got ice, cause I get that do' Cardier watch, tic-tac-toe S-Cla**, Jaguar sitting low (what you listening to Flip), man I'm jamming Big Moe I'm jumping out, in Iceberg wardrobe I'm 18, and I'm a CEO My lifestyle, is what you see on television PT Cruisers, Navigators, Expeditions I f** hoes, everyday of the week 10 karats, my record label on my piece s**a Free knows, I'm the Freestyle King I hate to say it, but my teeth look better than my ring [Chris Ward] I'm sitting low but large, backing out the garage I'm in a brand new, fountain blue Bentley Anage What the neighbors seeing, is not a mirage I'm on my way, so sha'll I say Bon Voy-age Cause I'm a wood wheel guider 20 inch glider, boulevard slider Crawling low, like a spider When I pull up on dubs, right beside ya Hopping out in Iceberg, and Nike tennis Flow is tremendous and endless, I'm a lyrical menace I hang with big shots, like C-Note and the Chemist Cause y'all know, Chris Ward floss just like the dentist [Hook - 2x] [Big Pokey] I'm a H-Town playa, and I love to ball 20 inches on the crawl, V.P. and cigar V-dubs and don't stall, me out there creeping C-Note and Will-Lean, got the 6-4 leaping Got bad broads peeping, cause they know we playa made 8's and Gator-aide, plus a bunch of bald fades Escalades, DVD's Wrists is lit up, watching three T.V.'s Hoes on dick, like disease H.P.D.'s on skis, A.C. blowing freeze It's a hundred degrees, n***as dropping the top If the car ain't convertible, then pop up the pop Keith on Scott, trying to hop till the rim whop If he don't stop, he gon be back at the rim shop And them slims bop, nonstop Papa Reu, tell em what we talking about [Hook - 2x] (*Marilyn singing*)