Flavor flav ft. T$cott Lyrics

I'm the only nigga in Nickelodeon designer I just pay the fuck a hundred niggas for my

line up Like Flavor Flav, I got these bitches in Atlanta

I'm the only nigga in Nickelodeon designer I just pay the fuck a hundred niggas for my

line up Like Flavor Flav, I got these bitches in

Atlanta And you know that I'm rocking designer

And you know I be rocking designer And I just pay the fuck a hundred niggas

for my line up Like Flavor Flav, I got these bitches in

Atlanta And Atlanta, Like Flavor Flav, I ain't got

no time, bruh, no time, bruh I fuck her then get that dough

Get that money, hit the road Dope so good, the fiend said I broke the

stove Come back, they playin' with they nose

Finessin' hoes off they clothes You already know how this shit go

Young nigga, so fresh Got on my Sunday best

Bout to beat the pussy up And I just scratch

Hold up, nigga, back to the shit Hold up, gotta work my wrist

Word around that time he said he want a 36 Hold up, let me hit my mans

Cause my mans got them bands He got that good A1

Hopping out the car Real nigga, I'm gon' cop

Fuck with a bitch, she gon' shop

I'm the only nigga in the club rocking designer

I just pay the fuck a hundred niggas for my line up

Like Flavor Flav, I got these bitches in Atlanta

I'm the only nigga in the club rocking designer

Designer, designer, I pay the hundred for my line up

Line up, like Flavor Flav, I got them

In Atlanta, in Atlanta, and you know that I'm rocking

Designer, designer, and you know I be rocking

Designer, designer, and I just pay the hundred

For my line up, for my line up

Like Flavor Flav, I got them

In Atlanta, in Atlanta, like Flavor Flav

I ain't got no time for this shit

I ain't got no fucking time, why would you waste it

4-5 on my hit, motherfucker, yeah, I'm wasted

All these bitches on my line, ain't shit to fucking replace it

Rocking fucking designer, yeah, you already know I made it

Still on house arrest, you know I'm still beating cases

Half a million bar, I know them motherfuckers hate it

All this money in my pocket, bitch, I feel like Peyton

Skip the fucking line, hell no, I ain't waiting

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