FLOODED Lyrics

Kyle, I'm not too sure about this

I've never been around naked ladies before

Butters, we're gonna be fine

If Eric's fat ass can get in here, then we can too

I don't know, I'm kinda nervous, Kyle

Butters, you just gotta calm down

You're gonna love this place. Trust me

Wrist, flooded

Bitch, come in

Six hunnids, now I got a bitch thumbing

Chain hit the ground when I walk, big stunting

All these fuckboys talk shit, then did nothing I

Made it rain on a bitch, made it rain

Made it rain on a bitch, made it rain

Look at how them hips swang on that bitch, how they swang

Bout to go insane on this bitch, go insane

How much you gonna spend on her

I'm throwin' fifties I won't ever put no tens on her

Might fuck around and drop a bag and throw her rent on her

It feels like charity, I really got this bitch sponsored

Damn, Kyle, we foul, we flagrant

Wild in the club, we be choosin', not chasin'

Got they phones out, we too lit to make a statement

Damn, I guess we turned this bitch into a lituation

So sad, hoes mad, they ain't gettin' no bag

Eric pissed he got ditched, love to watch 'em throw ass

If the pussy gonna grip it like it's tape, I won't last

Private room scandals hopin' I don't see no flash

Okay shake it, drop it

Throw it, pop it

Rake it, mop it

Cuff it, lock it

Tapout, not it

Sit back, watch it

Dripping like a faucet

Wrist, flooded

Bitch, come in

Six hunnids, now I got a bitch thumbing

Chain hit the ground when I walk, big stunting

All these fuckboys talk shit, then did nothing I

Made it rain on a bitch, made it rain

Made it rain on a bitch, made it rain

Look at how them hips swang on that bitch, how they swang

Bout to go insane on this bitch, go insane

Kyle why these women dressed like this

They're not Christian, no, they ain't actin' righteous

I just saw a kid who in the back, I don't like this

Tell me why the hell these people ever would buy this

Okay, butters, try this

Thick-ass, white bitch

I know that you lovin' how she movin' with them tight hips

Tell her she can grab that shit with two hands, put the pipe in

Tell her make it drop like the mic did

Okay Kyle, I'm in

Think I might have fell in love, I think I need a diamond

Quit playin', bitch, you gotta be lyin'

I know that you want love, it's not the place to find it

Okay shake it, drop it

Throw it, pop it

Rake it, mop it

Cuff it, lock it

Tapout, not it

Sit back, watch it

Dripping like a faucet

Wrist, flooded

Bitch, come in

Six hunnids, now I got a bitch thumbing

Chain hit the ground when I walk, big stunting

All these fuckboys talk shit, then did nothing I

Made it rain on a bitch, made it rain

Made it rain on a bitch, made it rain

Look at how them hips swang on that bitch, how they swang

Bout to go insane on this bitch, go insane