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Flushing Video (MV)




Performed By: Mahli Youngin'
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: jesse beraki




Mahli Youngin' - Flushing Lyrics
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Bro dropped his cup and held his head like he just lost a cousin
I spend my time wit pretty bitches I seen a lot of ugly
My dreads swing I couldn't see shit I just keep on flushing
I thought he was snitching on that case I wanted to kill my cousin
He tried to tax us for that gun my nigga robbed his uncle
My baby trying make som pape I teach her how to smuggle
And I don't answer nigga phone calls talk a lot of nothing
Everytime I fell out with 'em was for the love of money
Some hoes tht used to curve a nigga now want call me husband
This bitch so nasty throw up on dick then turn around and f*ck me
I use the pain to function leave me hot you'll see me bubbling
N yea I been thru hella shit but you won't see me suffering
Got 50 bows but not a light I'm finna use my oven
New transport if I just get this right my fam won't need for nothing
Don't say too much I let 'em think that I been up to nothing
Momma couldn't tell you what I do or where I keep the money
Tell this bitch there's monsters in my bed sometimes I sleep wit sully
They gon love you first then want you dead thats how the cookie crumble
The Drugs they had me tripping bad u never seen me stumble
Niggas Mark Sanchez wit that bread they chasing ass and fumble
Yada brought his knife to all my fights he'll chase ya ass and cut you
I grew up now I'm in that water like the dirty bubble
I'm hungry now you'll never hear me say I made enough
F*ck you
Bitch trying play inside my head the way she made me bust
F*ck it
Bitch I doze off on this beat u better wake up
I just bought another 20 bra said save me some
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Bro dropped his cup and held his head like he just lost a cousin
I spend my time wit pretty bitches I seen a lot of ugly
My dreads swing I couldn't see shit I just keep on flushing
I thought he was snitching on that case I wanted to kill my cousin
He tried to tax us for that gun my nigga robbed his uncle
My baby trying make som pape I teach her how to smuggle
And I don't answer nigga phone calls talk a lot of nothing
Everytime I fell out with 'em was for the love of money
Some hoes tht used to curve a nigga now want call me husband
This bitch so nasty throw up on dick then turn around and f*ck me
I use the pain to function leave me hot you'll see me bubbling
N yea I been thru hella shit but you won't see me suffering
Got 50 bows but not a light I'm finna use my oven
New transport if I just get this right my fam won't need for nothing
Don't say too much I let 'em think that I been up to nothing
Momma couldn't tell you what I do or where I keep the money
Tell this bitch there's monsters in my bed sometimes I sleep wit sully
They gon love you first then want you dead thats how the cookie crumble
The Drugs they had me tripping bad u never seen me stumble
Niggas Mark Sanchez wit that bread they chasing ass and fumble
Yada brought his knife to all my fights he'll chase ya ass and cut you
I grew up now I'm in that water like the dirty bubble
I'm hungry now you'll never hear me say I made enough
F*ck you
Bitch trying play inside my head the way she made me bust
F*ck it
Bitch I doze off on this beat u better wake up
I just bought another 20 bra said save me some
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Writer: jesse beraki
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