Reppin lyrics ( Royal Flush )
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Rate Reppin LyricsArtist : Royal Flush Song : Reppin
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[Chorus 2X: Michell Mitchell]
Royal Flush that worldwide, moves wit destiny
Rubies and neck fatigues, Fort Knox and the
N.Y.C.
[Royal Flush]
Royal Flush AKA Doc Holiday, all day
The act jeeps, for foreplay, I keep it the raw
way
My lifestyle'll spendin these riches and fuck
bitches
Coppin keys and smokin mad weed on the
benches
I'm street struck, that's why your man Rob got
buck
Keep ya guards up, and God bless that nigga
that's tough
I hate to open up ya face, half moon you wit the
razor
Flush, you run for Mayor of New York, best over
take ya
Plus my shit is flavor, my mind increase ill
behavior
Blow the detonator, my life story is gettin
greater
Linen suits and gators, private jets to Las
Vegas
You can watch me, but can't stop me
My crew is wild like the Nazi
And keep my neck flooded like Liberaci
And high speed, livin his life in luxury
Drop top ease, I'm tryin to get money, across
seas
While my lady shippin agent 3-80's, from
Germany
Who to say I'm shady, just to calm nigga
crazy
Affastinate me, it's sabotage, all that hates
me
[Chorus 2X]
[Royal Flush]
New York inspire rhymes, like a Flush crime
And organize wit the best dominant sex wit
techs
Till we all rest, invest in cool glocks and
jets
Five thousand dollar pents, blue gets up in my
Rolex
It's Saddam takin over, ripin a range rover
A black Casanova, worldwide, should of told
ya
How I get down, representin Queens is my
style
Crack the bubble now, I bring the trouble
foul
You P.C. just like the Isle, won't settle for
another East coast props
And cameo spots and New York Undercover
And burnin rubber through the street's lights
and black wizard weed pipe
That make me smoke pineapple wit my A-alike
God bless the street, rebel mind to the test
The higher inferred, record cake nigga, Corleone
respect
[Chorus 2X]
[Phenom Pacino]
I wanna seal wit my Kiko, destiny and
maximillions
Gold bricks to build buildings, diamond sets,
spiritualism
Rainbow, force fields, my niggas that toss
steel
Conceal the heat, slum in the street, believe
it's all real
Nothin really changed, but the game had it's
season
Go against the grain and we flame you for
treason
You must of been insane to think that Queens and
you was even
Repped the worldwide, wit tight fists and now you
leavin
New York is reason, for the nation to believe
in
My ways, Fort Knox plans, Royal Flush, Phenom
P.
Equity plans, and if you missed it, Movin On Your
Weak
Had you twisted, the 'Lanz fam tradition ancient
like the pyramid
[Chorus 2X]
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