JUVENILE feat. Big Tymers & B!G - Flossin' Season Lyrics

Lyrics Flossin' Season - JUVENILE , Big Tymers



Mannie Fresh, Playboy
I know you love these diamonds, huh?
Nigga, how you love that?
All that stuntin' & frontin'
It's all about them diamonds, boi
Nigga it's a pretty day & it's flossin' season
Added six tires to my new machinery
Double R, like to ball like it's no tomorrow
Pretty broads & we fuckin' these superstars
Chrome rims, niggas ridin' new Benz
TVs, Cadillacs wit' the new fends
Wet paint, niggas takin' trips to the banks
Hittin' malls, spendin' Twenty G's like stars
Rolex, PlayStations in tha 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 holla, "Champ"
Overnight got the yola if your money right
Solid TV's, PlayStation with tha B.G
It's all gravy, Playboy, 'cause it's flossin' season
A million dollars ain't nuthin' 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, & Bourbans, it's on us
C-M-R are Millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere
It's Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers
Helicopters, bikes, & 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 '98, 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 wit' a gorilla
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 wit' it
Layin' it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho')
And we gon' rip shit up cause it's flossin' season
Nahh nahh, Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers
Helicopters, bikes, & Bourbans, it's on us
C-M-R are Millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere
Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers
Helicopters, bikes, & Bourbans, it's on us
C-M-R are Millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere
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 TVs or CDs 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 niggas come out on them twenties and ball
It ain't no secret I'm a stunna, like Evel Knievel
Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummer's, showin' off fo' 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 & 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 a piece
Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East
Fuck that, Imma play bourbon it's a thousand a suite
Who had the, first bourbon 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 muthafuckas 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, & 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 & move to the hills
Thirty days a month, thirty Automobiles
The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year 2000
I got one of them bitches parked around corner by housin'
The bike I got come out in the year 2010
Eleven-Fifty Zuke with tha Batman fin
The ring I got, Liberace want it
He couldn't afford that bitch, but I can afford to flaunt it
Nahh nahh, Flossers, let me see you rollin' your rims, Ballers
Helicopters, bikes, & 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, & Bourbans, it's on us
C-M-R are Millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin' season everywhere
We Flossers, what, what?



Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Dorsey, Teruis Gray


JUVENILE feat. Big Tymers & B!G - 400 Degreez (Explicit Version)
Album 400 Degreez (Explicit Version)
date of release
03-11-1998



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