Flow Boy

Royce Da 5'9

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    [intro] [royce talking]:
    Shout out to my nigga b-love. music pro.
    "invasion"
    C'mon.

    [verse one]:
    Yes, bic
    They call me the flow boy
    I'm dope
    I'm about dope, i'm a dope boy
    The mag light up like a glow toy
    I let it go
    I got a couple skeleton's in my past to show for it
    No disrespect to mistah f.a.b.
    But nigga i ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
    Your food look just right
    I'ma eat your porridge
    Even though i'm full as a motherfucker like no storage
    I kid you not
    I spit too hot to diss you
    Man, i should go out and challenge a blow torch
    Respect no boy
    Except maybe bun b
    I'm from the place with the area code shady 1-3
    Fuck ?
    I'm in some new jeans and gucci's
    Rockin' a district 81 tee
    I ain't sayin' i'm a ladies man
    All i'm sayin' is
    Nigga i don't want every lady that want me
    So, do the math nigga
    They be like,
    "damn, nickel you be runnin' through hoes/holes like you a shoe string"
    I tell you two thangs
    One
    Don't ever disrespect me
    Two
    Call me "god" like you from wu-tang
    I put a bullet inside you cause the truth ain't
    Your record deal advance to me
    Is loose change
    Nigga, is you sane?
    I'm the shit
    I don't smoke but i've been known to light up a square like butane
    The fame made me wait
    But not the hoes nigga
    I don' fucked mo' than big daddy kane in '88
    So tell your man to get back
    'cause the dogs with me, they obedient
    I lift a finger up from my hand they attackin'
    I like my hoes fast
    I like my cars fast
    Fuck it i should just go out and date danica patrick
    I manufacture maniac rap if you askin'
    Put life back in hip hop and put it back in it's casket
    Fuck peace
    You should try to dap and bury the hatchet
    Then i'ma clap you and find somewhere to bury the ratchet

    [chorus]:
    The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight
    You know i
    (flow boy)
    Whassup?
    (go boy)
    C'mon
    The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight
    You know i
    (flow boy)
    C'mon
    (go boy)
    Let's go
    (flow boy is in the building)
    You know i
    (flow by)
    Whassup?
    (go boy)
    Let's go
    (flow boy is in the building)
    You know i
    (flow boy)
    I'ma
    (go boy)
    C'mon

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    [verse two]:
    And yeah, ain't nobody true as us
    You ain't gotta like me
    I like me enough for the two of us
    Don't compare me to the best rapper alive
    I contemplate suicide to be compared to the best rapper that died
    I'm killin' with them boyz n the hood like cuba gooding
    I go to the place in the hood that the shooter shouldn't
    We do the casing, you do the bookin'
    Like the police
    Speaking of them
    We the reason they do the lookin'
    I'm the label
    I do the songs, i do the pushin'
    So i'm sittin' on top of the world while you the cushion
    I clean pussies up
    Yeah, i do the douching
    I'm bill cosby's teaspoon
    And you the pudding
    My cousin eye is crazy
    All i gotta do is wave and yeah, it's bye bye baby
    I'm higher than wayne and i rhyme like crazy
    I shoot a nigga's ass with the nine like gravy
    I should like shady
    I keep a dime like haley in a dark brown creme gut klondike sadie
    It's like my kidney's compensate for what my liver couldn't
    I'm a wolf, to kill me you're gonna need a silver bullet
    Any one of you niggas fuck with me then it'll heat up
    Y'all do nigga's beats
    I make niggas give the beat up
    Any nigga step up
    I'ma make him step back
    With either that tec blaaat blaaat
    Or that fifty caliber gold plated desert eazy
    That's for who ever rebellious
    The cartridge to it lookin' like the legend of zelda
    Born winner
    Rhymin' like there's two horns in him
    After i win the battle rap
    I'ma blow your motherfuckin' head off
    So you can call me a sore winner
    I fuck with the game
    The rest of y'all give a fuck about too much shit
    Me, i don't give a fuck about nothin'
    I don't give a fuck about shit, but the outfit
    My name fall out your mouth
    I'm at your house quick
    You don't want them boys at your crib
    About six
    Ready to let out a clip
    Like "rap about this"
    My crew is like your audience
    We clap about shit
    We sick
    We don't be fightin' nobody
    We probably fight each other whenever we drunk
    That's about it
    Approach the enemy with caution
    Born leader
    My identity is bossin'
    Awe, ain't he awesome?
    I've been known to stick a nigga
    No homo
    My dick get hard when i feel on the trigger nigga
    Murder every verse
    My rhyme is like a heavy hearse
    Each word is deeper than cemetery dirt
    That fully automatic
    I pull it and let him work
    Do him a favor and spray his head
    I ain't gonna let him hurt
    You better watch your mouth
    Cause i can knock you out
    But i'd rather give the glock somethin' to talk about
    I'm in your bushes with the ump, thumpin'
    Y'all about to dance with the one night stand
    Soon as you +walk it out+
    Give you the afterlife
    You got a smart mouth
    You a dick and a pussy like you a hermaphrodite
    Assassinate you this evenin'
    It's assassin-night
    Have you weezin'
    You and eddie murphy can laugh alike
    The revival
    You can call it the preme project
    But it's violent
    You should call it the pork and bean project

    [chorus]:
    The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight
    You know i
    (flow boy)
    Whassup?
    (go boy)
    C'mon
    The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight
    You know i
    (flow boy)
    C'mon
    (go boy)
    Let's go
    (flow boy is in the building)
    You know i
    (flow by)
    Whassup?
    (go boy)
    Let's go
    (flow boy is in the building)
    You know i
    (flow boy)
    I'ma
    (go boy)
    C'mon

    [outro]:
    Now that's how you body a beat. man, if i got to say, "i'm the shit fool" one more time...somebody gonna get urinated on. and then boo boo'd on. and then a nut busted on. happy bar exam 2 bitches.

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