Rob Roy - Flickin текст песни

I tell that bitch daddy

Ugly oy

Bogeyman

Arm & Hammer, boiling water, tin-foil covered bowl

Let it soak so my silver bottoms flickin

I look good flickin

Since I was a jit til I exit the premises

Hand me my jacket, hand me my jacket

My pant leg match like it some Duck Head

Ole Assumption next to Bishop Kenney lookin ass hue that I humma

Double that Dozen with a Bud Light

Lunch going up but my gum getting bloody

Materialize it on a bus side

Now my pocket full of presidents that ain′t live

Johnny ain't the one to save the public

Johnny is a son of a gun clip

Johnny make it up as it unzip

Johnny take it up with the judge bench

How ya gone leave if ya ain′t even much out yet

How ya gone leave if ya ain't even much out yet

I look good flickin

Since I was a jit til I exit the premises

Hand me my jacket, hand me my jacket

My pant leg match like it some Duck Head

Ole Assumption next to Bishop Kenney lookin ass hue that I humma

Double that dozen with a Bud Light

Lunch going up but my gum getting bloody

Materialize it on a bus side

Now my pocket full of presidents that ain't live

Johnny ain′t the one to save the public

Johnny is a son of a gun clip

Johnny make it up as it unzip

Johnny take it up with the judge bench

How ya gone leave if ya ain′t even much out yet

How ya gone leave if ya ain't even much out yet

I look good flickin

Since I was a jit til I exit the premises

I look good flickin

Since I was a jit til I exit the premises

Текст песни Flickin - Rob Roy