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Worldwide Lyrics - Singles - Royal Flush

Some nights I wake up out my sleep blastin 

Get some water for my aspirin 

My life fashion, gold chains guns and cashin 

I'm askin do I got to be king of action 

Fuck a playa fame new york is still the same 

A queens thang 

Representin flush reigns supreme 

It's a scheme over power ya team wit cream 

Man you sensitive, how you let these cats shit on your residence 

With fake robberies, who shot who wit no evidence 

I'm bringin it, tired of niggas sittin back and seein it 

Scape through the light penetrate streets is trife 

Representin from the lands of the guns and good smoke 

Heavy shines, poppin them lines and cut throats 

Don't provoke and getcha team smoke for broke and no joke 

You just a boy you not bad enough to compete wit challengers 

Bustin off the guns wit the silencers 

Word New york new york big city of dreams 

Comin from queens, where we don't get caught up in between 

Wit the nonsense, all these pussy niggas actin sex 

Takin off your chest, bring it to the desert where I rest 

South east to west, bustin straight slugs through your vest 

 

Worldwide worldwide wherever beef is startin 

Keep your mind on queens when the dog starts barkin 

Worldwide worldwide wherever beef is startin 

Keep your mind on queens when the dog starts barkin 

 

Its time to dead your whole situation 

New york is full of murderers, guns and court cases 

Baggin wit razors bring me no-chaser 

That be that wasteland flavor 

It's major, vibratin through the states like a pager 

Whose the one to blame 

When you get stuck for gold chains 

Shootin close range, half of these niggas died in the game 

It's a city game, blastin at cops by all means 

Keep it real throughout queens 

Catchin jooks for cream 

On the tap phone, fuckin wit niggas that's far from home 

G-s's chrome, makin power moves like capone 

Shits zone fuckin wit nigga flush holds his own 

Guarnateed to blow, puffin on trees do I go 

Way low, kidnappin children for dough that's how it go 

Place a criminal minds traces are hard to find 

To commit crime, half of these niggas is droppin dimes 

Here the time, blowin your block just like a mine 

Flushing design, keep my neck flooded wit shine 

I'm out to get it, you billed somethin sweet 

Go getcha heat and your peeps 

And findin body parts on the streets 

 

Worldwide worldwide wherever beef is startin 

Keep your mind on queens when the dog starts barkin 

Worldwide worldwide wherever beef is startin 

Keep your mind on queens when the dog starts barkin 

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