FLOSSIN ft. Bundy Lyrics

Damn, Donnie made this

Ahem, ahem

Damn, man

Aye, ya dig

Aye, c'mon, let's go

These bitches get me sick, and these niggas make these nauseous

I ain't mean to turn you on, I'm sorry that I'm flawless

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flossin

I got all this cake let them lick up on my frosting

Duce duce in my purse, we ain't going on no dates

I don't want no checks, take me straight to the bank

Onion in my bag and I'm smoking on some dank

I got hella missed calls, it's your nigga by the way

I know that your bitch made you block me from your page

she get insecure every time that she see my face

If she hear my name, she wanna argue all day

I be getting money, I be staying out the way

Ain't worried about no bum bitch, who steady in the way

These bitches get me sick, and these niggas make these nauseous

I ain't mean to turn you on, I'm sorry that I'm flawless

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flossin

I got all this cake, let em lick up on my frosting

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flossin

I got all this cake, let em lick up on my frosting

I got all this cake, let em' lick up on my frosting

I got all this cake, let em' lick up on my frosting

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flossin

I got all this cake, let em' lick up on my frosting

I got all this cake, let em' lick up on my frosting

These bitches get me sick, and these niggas make me nauseous

I ain't mean to turn you on, I'm sorry that I'm flawless

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flawless

I got all this cake, let em' lick up on my frosting

I put on some simple shit and still look like I'm flossin

I got some OG from Cali, and it got me coughing

Trapping at the studio, feel like I'm in the office

load another one on protools, you know I'm leaving corpses

In the studio with Roach, not a player, I'm a coach

Got your GF by the throat, blowing bubbles out her nose

I'm the prince, I'm a don, call me Mr. Put-It-On

She know that this shit a wrap, she put me on the dot-com

Ay, look, we got smoke for whoever

Hit the club, change the weather

Throw this shit up, watch it settle

Throw my Subis on jump in the coupe, drop change off at the teller

Don't come flick me with you goofy dudes, you niggas need to do better

Bitches get me sick, and these niggas make me nauseous

I ain't mean to turn you on, I'm sorry that I'm flawless

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flossin

I got all this cake, let em lick up on my frosting

I got all this cake, let em lick up on my frosting

I ain't mean to turn you on, I'm sorry that I'm flawless

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flossin

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flossin

I could wear a simple fit and still look like I'm flossin