Earl Flinn Lyrics - Villa Manifesto - Slum Village

now when this hit the fan you would smell like me 

on the double oh no, now you know me 

we hook up then this on vatay splee (?) 

loco so my motive (?) as i hit the lotto 

banana smoothie, strawberry with ten feet 

talking to a dun (?) and i do agree 

a decade and a half with koolaid, and elly and ess (?) 

you thinking that we so lowkey 

the beat goes on and the list goes on 

and i pour you a glass of the don perry 

we hook up the phone 1-313 

disco, frigerator, sysco, (?) now or later, 

it's that elevator to the dolo nolo 

it's that elevator to the dolo nolo (?) 

dog, strag, 313 

dinner at cheetah's, drinks on me 

that's the way it is 

getcha money 

get live y'all 

earl flinn 

ride to the rhythm that the dj play'n 

(uh uh) 

they ain't feeling what the dj spin 

took my man to ten 

tell 'em play it again 

get live y'all 

earl flinn 

yea 

yea 

ain't the deals 

i stack more bills than pills 

thrills on the hills for rillz 

i'm on tilt 

imagine all the cunt i chip 

i never gotta touch myself 

i swum a wim (?) in michael phelps 

dc 

i never women at cho belts 

still spree 

i used to rock 

but now i'm in the phillah 

R-A, D-I 

don't make me pull the sleeve up 

the watch is a keep up 

the rocks is a c-cup 

exclusive is the sneaker 

a table full of drinks 

that's too much to drink up 

chicks wanna sink up 

we doin' the machine how i renew 'em and move 'em 

that's the way it is 

getcha money 

get live y'all 

earl flinn 

ride to the rhythm that the dj play'n 

they ain't feelin what the dj spin 

took my man to ten tell 'em play it again 

get live y'all 

earl flinn 

mos def'ly fly 

that's on the low like the fbi 

blown the dro that just left me high 

i'm known to blow 

bone a hoe and get lucky like that lefty guy 

prone to flow 'til the death we die 

a thousand 

never that 

shouldn't touch the man that what he's clever at 

pockets is forever fat 

you snitches would rather rat 

on me 

because i'm gettin off your phony 

and my wheels are chromy 

with the blades like jenobi 

i been around the world where they say what up homie, 

what up son, 

what up joe, 

what up showty, 

what up doe, 

broadcastin live from the district 

gettin like i'm right between your eyes with the biscuit 

that's the way it is 

getcha money 

get live y'all 

earl flinn 

ride to the rhythm that the dj play'n 

(uh uh) 

they ain't feeling what the dj spin 

took my man to ten 

tell 'em play it again 

get live y'all 

earl flinn