Celph Titled — Floss Filthy lyrics

Lyrics

[Son I? m from the place where we floss regardless,
Cars clothes, we ball the hardest]
Dog I? m from the home of palm trees and low rider trucks
Where we let the bass thump and don? t give a fuck
Oh that? s how you get down?
Nah this is how I get down
I keep it filthy as fuck and live the life of a dog
Catch me in the club with your wife when your favorite songs on You poppin? the Cris? and I? m popping your bitch
When you out buying fifths I? m polishing a four fifth
Add another scuff to my kicks, think I give a shit?
I wore the same pair of Tim? s since ?96
Even my Nike Air Max is deflated
With holes in my socks and mildew rotten shoe laces
And I still bag more broads than ya? ll niggas
Even though I borrowed all the clothes in my promo pictures
I say? Big Willy, you can? t stop the rain?
I wear dirty undershirts full of pasta stains
And shave maybe once every two weeks
I? d rather utilize the blade to put a scar on your cheek
I rock promotional shirts even if the group? s wack
So don? t be surprised if you see your logo on my back
I don? t need to floss for sex
In fact my averex got electrical tape holding the zipper in place
Iced out only, after I robbed you
And it? s bling bling when you see the snub knob through
[Son let me tell you why I dress so big
Ice on my neck is so damn big
House and my cars cost so damn much
And the rims on my truck just can? t be touched
All my bitches got bodies like them chicks on cable
I got about a hundred hoes up in my stable
I? m not just Johnny nigga call me famous
Any more Cris? we drink til we piss
I don? t bop when I walk Cause I don? t walk
I? m in the Benz with the drop and I don? t talk
Chickenheads wanna holler til they throat get hoarse
Little kids I give them money when the lights take course
All my guns spit shells like they ate sunflowers
You could take a blood bath or stand and take a shower
To me it don? t matter, put holes in your bladder
Fill your body with led til you ten times fatter]
[Celph you know I live like a real life king
Got three kid named Bling, Bling, Bling]
It ain? t a thing I? m at the Grammy? s with a wife beater
Drinking rum and cokes straight out the two liter
[Trendsetters, you do you I do me
I even eat frosted flakes mixed with bubbly]
It could get ugly, I? m taking fat bitches to the buffet
With coupons, with my uncle? s suit on
[Big Scoob, I got a house full of hoes
A mouth full of flows, a pocket full of holes]
Ayo I got a lot of respect for all the real playeas
Whether flossing or not we still gettin? paper [still gettin? paper,
still getting? paper]