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Juvenile lyrics Flossin Season lyrics Man what's up Playboy I know you love these Diamonds (they beautiful ha) Nigga, "How You Luv That" All that stuntin and frontin It's all about them diamonds boy [Baby] Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season Added six tires to my new machinery Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow Pretty broads and we fuckin these superstars Chrome rims, niggaz ridin new Benz TV's, Cadillacs with the new fends Wet paint, niggaz takin trips to the banks Hittin malls spendin twenty G's like stars Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth somethin My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it real Let me pop a wheelie, hoes love stuntin cause I got love Gold slugs, stuntin cause we got love Motorbike button rims cause we livin right Game tight take a tramp make her out a champ Overnight got the yole if your money right Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G. It's all gravy playboy cause it's flossin season A million dollars ain't nothing to me nigga but a million hoes is game to me playboy [Chorus:[ B.G.]] Nahh nahh - flossers, let me see you rollin your rims Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and Bourbans It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere We flossers, let me see you rollin your rims Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere [B.G.] I got to get my shine on, do it every time Seventeens on up, that's all I ride In ninety-eight, I been havin them hoes throwin up They don't know if I'm in a helicopter or in a truck I fuck they head up, cause I floss so much Police had me up cause a nigga so young (ha bruh) But you know me nigga.. that ain't gon' stop B.G. nigga (at all) Cause the next day you will see nigga me in somethin else with a TV nigga (f'real) Fuck it, I'ma floss like that I got scrilla Come try to take it, you're fuckin with a guerilla I got a watch you can see from a block away I got a chain you'll see that'll shock the day My click do what we say, we don't stunt wit it Off top Big Tymers gon' come with it Layin it down this month cause we got a reason (fo' sho') and we gon' rip shit up cause it's flossin season [Chorus] [B.G.] We flossers, what what what I say we ballers, what what what [Juvenile] This is the season for the flossers nigga Ride top notch shit, fuck what it cost you nigga Ain't got no TV's or CD's in it - I ain't gon' ride in it If it ain't no overseas type shits - I ain't gon' drive it This ain't the summer to swing the top off This the season niggaz come out on them 20's and ball It ain't no secret I'ma stunter, like Evel Knievel Jumpin out Lex's and Hummer's, showin off for my people When I pull up in V.I.P. they say that's a nice car Bitches all in my face can't even make it to the bar Me, broke and assed-out Never that man I got some shit up in my ear you can see from a airplane I don't think Super D. can pull a stunt like me Got karats on both of my pinkies, ten thousand ap-iece Today I might lay low with Kent I built my house in the East Fuck that, I'ma play bourban it's a thousand a suite [Mannie Fresh] Who had the, first bourban with the livin room set Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet How many cities you know, named after me (uhh..) It's gon' be a bunch of them motherfuckers when I finish G Now baby - I know you missed us Big daddy light up a room like Christmas Shine like a light bulb - rich thug Let that little girl come over here and give a millionaire a hug McGyver ain't liver than a, Big Tymer Big dick a million dollars and a, Pathfinder Mr. Betty Crocker cake maker, casino breaker Tell Shaq I got a half a mill' ridin on the Lakers Pack my bitches up and move to the hills Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand I got one of them bitches parked around corner by the housin The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten Eleven fifty zoop with the batman fin The ring I got, Liberace want it He couln't afford that bitch but I can afford to flaunt it [Chorus] [B.G.] We flossers, what what Other Juvenile lyrics: U Can't See Me lyrics Shake Dat Azz (If You're A Player) lyrics Ha lyrics Gone Ride With Me lyrics Ghetto Children lyrics Follow Me Now lyrics Welcome 2 the Nolia lyrics U.P.T lyrics Run For It lyrics Ha (Hot Boy Remix) lyrics Rich Niggaz lyrics Back That Azz Up lyrics Off Top lyrics 400 Degreez lyrics Juvenile on Fire lyrics Ha (Jay-Z Remix) lyrics Solja Rag lyrics I Did That lyrics Roll With 'Em lyrics Pimpinabitch lyrics Livin in the Projects lyrics Who's Tha M.F. lyrics Hide Out or Ride Out lyrics Spittin' Game lyrics 3rd Ward Solja lyrics Welcome 2 Tha Section lyrics Money on the Couch lyrics That's How it be Happenin' lyrics Solja Rags (radio version) lyrics U Understand lyrics Fuck That Nigga lyrics A Million and One Things lyrics Take Them 5 lyrics G-Code lyrics Something Got 2 Shake lyrics Da Magnolia lyrics Catch Your Cut lyrics Lil Boyz lyrics Get it Right lyrics Never Had Shit lyrics I Got That Fire lyrics Tha Man lyrics March Nigga Step lyrics Guerrilla lyrics Set It Off lyrics H.B. 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