| SONG: Flash Fridayz ARTIST: Sylent ALBUM: Sylent "The Walk" TRACK: X COPYRIGHT: 2002 |
| (helicopter sounds faded in from "The Boulie") INTRO: Aw shit. Here comes the fucken ghetto bird, ese. Fucken pigs trying to break this shit up but ain't shit breaking. (Beat comes in) I ain't going nowhere 'till I see some fucken tits. This is Flash Friday. Flash bitch, flash. Let me see those fucken tits. VERSE 1: You know you wanna flash / You ain't gotta front / Just pull the blouse down / Let me see what's up With your hands on your tits / You're itching to do it / Untie both the straps then just pull it down Alone in the back seat with me / Don't worry mija / Ain't nobody watching You want it / I can see it in both your eyes / It excites you to make guys fantasize About you / About those [Tits] / About them / If you're shy / I'll be glad to lend a helping hand To lift that C-bra on the count of three / One / Two / Three / Titties HOOK: Let me see those big chichis / Let me see you flash titties] Let me see those nipples hard / Hoodies all flash on the boulevard [Boulevard] Let me see those big chichis / Let me see you flash titties Let me see those nipples hard / It's Flash Friday on the boulevard [Boulevard] VERSE 2: You know you wanna flash / Just pull it down / With titties so big / They make your mamas proud I can tell you take your vitamins / With titties bouncing up and down / Saying 'Hi' to men My eyes on them / And my eyes on you / You wanna flash me one or you can flash two It doesn't matter to me how many tits you should choose / Just as long as I can view the nipples too Cruising down the street / Hynas all packed down / Titties against the window / Hos roll it down Hold up little mija / What's your name? / Where you from? / Get the number and move on to the next one HOOK / VERSE 3: Fools get hit up / Their legs shaking / Cops try to break it up but ain't shit breaking With the Ghetto Bird flying overhead / I ain't leaving unless I'm leaving arrested Driveby / You trip / We all gotta pay [gun shots] / But that's how it is in South East L.A. [screams] Shutting down Whittier / Move on to Beverly / Where all the hynas there remember me And I remember them / I can't forget a tit / Just like a bitches clit can't forget my dick Hynas hanging out the windows / Flashing ass / Stop in the middle of the boulie / Jump out and grab fast Jump back in the car and cruise some more / Followed by the jura but they don't pull us over It's bumper to bumper but we still bust a bitch / And follow those hoodies with the big-o tits A little bit too young but it's all right / 'Cuz if you don't fuck and tell / Then why should I? I'm never shy / Throwing up my hands / What's up? / Honk the horn / Pull it over if you wanna hook it up HOOK © 2007. This is property of L. Garcia of Middle Finger Recordz. All rights reserved. |
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