mike jones, flossin INSTRUMENTAL

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felt the buzz
she smelt the herb
girl with the belt with the studs
felt the love
smoke the superb dank-ass herb, we picked up at the clubbb oooo
ooooo
oo...
choruss ooo oo


fucked a bad bitch she was a freak
a maltease, a bad tease
no manners no yes please
she just do her and do you like siamese
fuck greed she love grease like travolta
she trying to comfort ya in every way possible
she mustve had a rough past to want to past right to the rough stuff
no questions no wasted huff puffs




bomb beats
bomb feast

vietnamese hit the trees split, fall to the kneeds to please
damn put me at ease, girl you a tease...
weezy weeze and eeazzy eeee we free we free style til we cant
at night when im feeling violet, quiet, silent, cant fight it gotta write it outttt
im calling outtt
to all the emceess
rap plenty please rap for your easee
rap for your ease
we all claim to beeee
different but im keeping my steeze


vietnamese
jungle in ya
the hunger in ya
you cant fight it
its in yoru genetics
your will, will die in seconds
so realize that your soul beckons
girl with the freckles and
i want you more than a gecko can
insure me that im safe in the mist of chaos
all by myself
im lost no style or fight in me
to even try to regain my forgotten ground
what whores brought in pounds
was just bullshit and bacteria
infecting my interior
im looking for superiors
but i cant find a god
a heaven or cause
theres no haven for the lost
we all clueless in our own broth
love full..bout to froth
at the top
i blow it off
and whisper close
my nose shut closed, i tip toe
outside in the middle of the night
and breathe in a staggered first breath
my verse felt
real i rapped til i feel like i napped
and woke up in a dream
inception, i was in control, lucid
as fuck, fluid and such, my flow
fell from the soul so i had no control
how to flow was natural
as eating cereal in the morning ho
so, quit your moaning ho, whilst
your dead rappers start mourning flow,
im aiming for the stunning gold
waking up with the morning glow