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Flossin’ Season

This version of Flossin’ Season was released by Juvenile in 1998.

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Man what’s up Playboy?
I know you love these Diamonds (they beautiful ha)
Nigga, “How You Luv That?”
All that stuntin and frontin
It’s all about them diamonds boy

Nigga it’s a pretty day, and it’s flossin season
Added six tires to my new machinery
Double R like to ball like it’s no tomorrow
Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars
Chrome rims, niggaz ridin new Benz
TV’s, Cadillacs with the new fends
Wet paint, niggaz takin trips to the banks
Hittin malls spendin twenty G’s like stars
Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer
Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth somethin
My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it real
Let me pop a wheelie, hoes love stuntin cause I got love
Gold slugs, stuntin cause we got love
Motorbike button rims cause we livin right
Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ
Overnight got the yole if your money right
Solid TV’s PlayStation with the B.G.
It’s all gravy playboy cause it’s flossin season
A million dollars ain’t nothing to me nigga
but a million hoes is game to me playboy

Nahh nahh – flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans
It’s on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let ’em know it’s flossin season everywhere
We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans
It’s on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let ’em know it’s flossin season everywhere

I got to get my shine on, do it every time
Seventeens on up, that’s all I ride
In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up
They don’t know if I’m in a helicopter or in a truck
I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much
Police had me up cause a nigga so young (ha bruh?)
But you know me nigga..
that ain’t gon’ stop B.G. nigga (at all)
Cause the next day you will see nigga
me in somethin else with a TV nigga (f’real)
Fuck it, I’ma floss like that I got scrilla
Come try to take it, you’re fuckin with a guerilla
I got a watch you can see from a block away
I got a chain you’ll see that’ll shock the day
My click do what we say, we don’t stunt wit it
Off top Big Tymers gon’ come with it
Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo’ sho’)
and we gon’ rip shit up cause it’s flossin season

We flossers, what what what?
I say we ballers, what what what?

This is the season for the flossers nigga
Ride top notch shit, fuck what it cost you nigga
Ain’t got no TV’s or CD’s in it – I ain’t gon’ ride in it
If it ain’t no overseas type shits – I ain’t gon’ drive it
This ain’t the summer to swing the top off
This the season niggaz come out on them 20’s and ball
It ain’t no secret I’ma stunter, like Evel Knievel
Jumpin out Lex’s and Hummer’s, showin off for my people
When I pull up in V.I.P. they say that’s a nice car
Bitches all in my face can’t even make it to the bar
Me, broke and assed-out? Never that man
I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane
I don’t think Super D. can pull a stunt like me
Got karats on both of my pinkies, ten thousand ap-iece
Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East
Fuck that, I’ma play bourban it’s a thousand a suite

Who had the, first bourban with the livin room set
Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet
How many cities you know, named after me? (uhh..)
It’s gon’ be a bunch of them motherfuckers when I finish G
Now baby – I know you missed us
Big daddy light up a room like Christmas
Shine like a light bulb – rich thug
Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug
McGyver ain’t liver than a, Big Tymer
Big dick a million dollars and a, Pathfinder
Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker
Tell Shaq I got a half a mill’ ridin on the Lakers
Pack my bitches up and move to the hills
Thirty days a month – thirty Automobiles
The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand
I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin
The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten
Eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin
The ring I got, Liberace want it
He couln’t afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it

We flossers, what what?

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