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Flatline
199
Hip-Hop/Rap
Flatline was released on July 3, 2014 by The Greater Than Club as a part of the album Small Victories
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Release DateJuly 3, 2014
LabelThe Greater Than Club
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM123

Credits

Lyrics

Yea I'm floating
High up and I'm coasting
Got a cup of that potion
Walking in slow motion
She seen a **** on stage and I got her all open
Try not to fornicate in deep sea in that ocean
I done came up in a long time attacking it, canine
Just hit me on that phone line, hit me on that phone line
She love me cause I'm her only, listen to my story
If you don't know me by now then you probably never know me
We going hard full throttle, drinking Hen out the bottle
Lamping out on Fairfax and looking for a model
My **** out here stunting, just keep it a hundred
Young OGz we run it, young OGz we run it
Don't get out of line, don't get out of line
Don't get out of line, don't get out of line
Don't get out of line, don't get out of line
Don't get out of line, don't get out of line
I know a girl named Mercedes, drives a Mercedes
She pick me up sometimes and go ride around the city
Now where I'm from that north side where **** lay you flat line
**** lay you flat line, knock out, nap time
Same shit, different day, **** like me in that same trap
These days I get double pay, how you feel about that?
Bitch all on my dick, told her watch out for my strap
Hit her once and I let her go and I bet I never get back
All the shit that I do, these garbage **** can't do that
That's why they holla your name and all the hoes is like "who that?"
I'm like "true that"
I balloon cash that double time that holiday pay
3 O'clock and I'm bobbing out and these **** think I'm on vacay
Hit the Range with a bad bitch she popping off with that AK
Rat-a-tat with a half a carat on her pinky ring, that swag shit
Ooh baby your bang face, tell these hoes they got nothing for ya
Tell these **** to kick rocks unless
They pull it out and get to bucking for ya
Don't get out of line, don't get out of line
Don't get out of line, don't get out of line
Don't get out of line, don't get out of line
Don't get out of line, don't get out of line
Rhetorical, is you cheating if you don't get caught?
Tell me who plays fair, laissez faire
I'm in too deep only coming up for air
Been here like nothing new
To all the girls singing along to "They Loving the Crew"
They was talking about you, we just pointing live like who's who
I don't kiss and tell, no PDA, no XO, no tic-tac-toe
No love games, fuck out of here like you can't stay, you can't stay
You probably right, I'm probably wrong
I'm running shit, probably stepped in it
And I party hard, get off my dick
The last six months I've been celibate
The back of the whip sipping Perrier-Jouet is where you find me
The front of the VIP where I'm macking hoes, my crew behind me
No, I don't fuck with **** that don't fuck with me
No, I don't fuck with ****
I took the bitch she invited me over you was out of the states
I'm sorry, what you want me to say?
As long as you love her, I don't judge 'em I just can't trust 'em
My karma gon' be a muh'fucka, balling in Balmain muh'fucka
Philanderin' at the Rucker, fucka
Fuck out of here, I've been here like yesterday
Or yester-year, I need a push her to change gears
And I'm styling on her make 'em change gear
Being broke the only thing I fear
Gotta sell a mill for the 2012
And next year take off, your crew girl get over here
I know a girl named Mercedes, drives a Mercedes
She pick me up sometimes and go ride around the city
Now where I'm from that south side where **** lay you flat line
**** lay you flat line, knock out, nap time
Written by: Ivan Houpe, Jerreau Andre Smith, Jonathan Tribune
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