Songtext Flossin season (feat. big tymers & b.G.) Juvenile

Flossin season (feat. big tymers & b.G.)

BG]
Man whats up Playboy
I know you love these Diamonds
Nigga how you love that all that
stunten and fronten it's all about them diamonds

Big Tymer 1:
Nigga it's a pretty day and it's flossin season
Added six ties to my new machinery
Double R at the bar like it's no tomorrow
Pretty broads and we fuckin these Superstars
Chrome Rims nigga ridding new Benz
TV's Caddllic with the new fends
We bang niggas taking trips to the Banks
Hitting malls spending 20 g's like stars
Rolex Playstations in the Hummer
Just to show these stupid Hoes we worth something
My stunting name is Eviel Kneviel
Keep it real let me pop a willey
Hoes love stunten cause I got love
Gold slugs Stunten cause we got love
Motorbike Bun rims cause we living right
Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ
Overnight got the Yallo if your money right
Solid TV's playstation with the BG's
It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season
Million dollars ain't nothing to me nigga
But a million Hoes is game to me playboy

Chorus: 2 x's
NA Na Na Flossers let me see you rolling yo rims
Ballers helicopter, Bikes, and Burbans
It's on us see we all millionaires
Let'em know it's flossin season

BG:
I got to get my shine on
Do it every time seventeens on up
That's all I ride cause in 98
I been having them Hoes throwing up
They don't know if I'm in a Helicopter or a Truck
I Fuck they head up cause I floss so much
Police had me up cause a nigga so young Hum Bro
But you know me nigga, that ain't goin stop BG nigga
Cause the next day you will see nigga
Me and somethin else with a TV nigga
But fuck it I'ma floss like that I got scrilla
Come try to take it you fucking with a foreala
I got to watch and see form a block away
I got a chain you see that'll shock the day
My click treal with what we say I don't stomp wit it
Off top Big Tymers gonna come with it
We laying it down this month cause we got a reason
Fo sho we going to rip shit up cause it's flossin season

Chorus: 2 x's

Juvenile:
This is the season for the flosser nigga
Ride top notch shit fuck what it cost you nigga
Ain't got no TV's or CD's in it then I gonna ride in it
If it ain't no oversea type shit I ain't goin drive it
This ain't the summer to swing the top off
This is the season niggas come out on them 20's and ball
It ain't no secret I'ma stunter like Eivel Kneviel
Jumping out Lex's and Hummer's showing off for my people
When I up in VIP they say that's a nice car
Bitches all in my face I can't even make it to the Bar
Me, Bro, and Mann stop 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 Kart's on both of my pinkey's, ten thousand apiece
Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East
Fuck that I going to play burban it's a thousand a suite

Big Tymer 2:
Who had a first Burban with a living room set
Who the only nigga you know that drive a Burgundy Jet
How many city's you knew named after me
It's going to 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
Magyver 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 riding on the Lakers
Pack my bitches up and move to the hills
Thirty days a month thirty Automobiles
The Lexus and Benz come out in the year two thousand
I got one of them bitches parked around corner round housing
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

Chorus till song ends