Текст песни Flooded Up - Kente
Yea
Flooded
up
Muddied
up
Yea
Flooded
up
Look
Styrofoam
cups
filled
with
ice
Purp
with
lemonade
My
nigga
said
he
want
a
case
of
green
I
charged
2k
today
I
just
hit
for
40
bands
Last
night
up
on
the
dice
game
While
drinking
1942
Eating
chicken
and
fried
rice
mane
Rolling
vibes
and
smoking
Dolly
Whip
Straight
from
Frosted
Lakes
That
shit
that
you
be
blowing
it
Smell
like
ass
and
this
not
a
debate
I
been
straight
Used
to
shrink
a
box
down
At
the
super
8
Now
my
nigga
sit
outside
your
crib
And
he
wait
for
the
play
These
bitches
they
know
me
to
well
I
Still
breaking
shit
down
on
a
scale
Aint
fuck
the
bitch
If
she
pale
I
still
making
money
from
jail
They
buying
the
pack
off
the
smell
Whatever
I
get
I
can
sell
My
niggas
dont
talk
or
dont
tell
We'll
kill
them
and
send
them
to
hell
Oh
well
step
up
in
the
spot
You
hit
my
girl
and
say
you
noticed
me
Jewelry
shine
so
hard
You
know
it's
real
Cause
it
ain't
hard
to
see
Rich
nigga
my
pedigree
Haters
I
just
let
them
be
I
built
my
own
legacy
Got
some
purple
in
my
cup
Bitch
I'm
muddied
up
Baguette
diamonds
on
my
neck
Bitch
I'm
flooded
up
You
can
catch
me
in
the
hood
Eating
cold
cuts
Pulling
off
in
the
skat
Or
Royce
truck
Got
some
purp
in
my
drink
Bitch
I'm
muddied
up
Big
ass
pointers
on
my
neck
Bitch
I'm
flooded
up
You
can
catch
me
in
the
hood
Eating
cold
cuts
Pulling
off
in
the
skat
Or
Royce
truck
Nigga
I
been
getting
money
In
the
lows
and
the
highs
Even
on
the
south
side
You
might
catch
me
outside
And
I
fuck
with
St
Paul
Because
I
know
they
gone
slide
My
young
niggas
will
hit
you
Pulling
off
throwing
high
fives
When
they
ride
cause
we
them
guys
We
don't
need
the
Forbes
Got
a
quarter
million
out
the
streets
Who
ain't
making
noise
Niggas
talk
bout
what
they
doing
dog
But
really
ain't
doing
shit
When
I
came
in
the
club
Bitch
fuck
off
my
outfit
No
shit
feeling
sick
Pour
a
deuce
off
in
a
20
ounce
I
been
getting
money
so
damn
long
That
I
ain't
seen
a
drought
Fuck
the
haters
get
up
out
of
line
And
we'll
squeeze
you
out
Hit
your
car
with
30
shots
Before
you
even
pulling
out
If
my
niggas
don't
like
you
Then
it's
mother
fuck
you
Keep
a
cup
off
in
my
hand
But
this
ain't
Robitussin
Then
we
drop
a
clothing
line
You
know
we
still
hustling
Hit
you
up
when
them
packs
land
To
get
the
trap
busting
Got
some
purple
in
my
cup
Bitch
I'm
muddied
up
Baguette
diamonds
on
my
neck
Bitch
I'm
flooded
up
You
can
catch
me
in
the
hood
Eating
cold
cuts
Pulling
off
in
the
skat
Or
Royce
truck
Got
some
purp
in
my
drink
Bitch
I'm
muddied
up
Big
ass
pointers
on
my
neck
Bitch
I'm
flooded
up
You
can
catch
me
in
the
hood
Eating
cold
cuts
Pulling
off
in
the
skat
Or
Royce
truck
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