Jacob Espi - FLASHY (feat. Fashawn) Lyrics

It's flashy
I'm flashy
She's frisky
Awards like Espy's
It's flashy
I'm flashy
She's frisky
Awards like Espy's
Patek Philippe, Is that a way to tell time?
First Class, give me the pad.
Lawn lingerie Naughty, naughty Espi, we don't speak of how we made her laugh.
Bowing airway, thank god I do it my way. She likes to lick and a kissing
To wait is suffering, suffering is misery, company to his misery
Starry starry Night Find E Master E Like Jesus Peace
Hurry this way Nah, wait! She don't like a rush. You gotta be in your place.
A formal At a formal My party Palms for a friend's funeral
It's scary, so wait A gift: A Jacob's vest, A coat, A thrown
Cuz that boy is a goat
So don't forget, For every rose has a thorn
Ow, you popped my neck
So if you likes me
She like me
She like me
She like me
She like me, not
Should I tie the knot like a Reebok?
Lock like it's weed rock
Hand always in the cookie jar
She's my weed spot
I let her need my dough
That's why she need not
She would blow the whole branch
Even the tree-top
I wonder?
Should I marry you?
If they let the barrel off, would you be at my burial?
Oh, you think you fly?
F*ck it; I bought you a parashot
Met your double ganger
Is one of you in Paris, too?
Definitely a Ten
Shaybutter shin
I need a GPS
I don't know where it begins
Accountability: you don't got the ability
I hear acrimonies don't come with amenities
I ain't stuck with you.
Here is a prenuptial
How are you the only dime having duck issues?
I love her hair trigger. She's a fun pistol.
Guaranteed to make her come with my little hold-up
My love is deep. She can feel it in her bone bristle
I want it for another year
At least a fiscal
Yeah, I heard you frisky
Yeah, but so is Halley Berry
In 007, the kind of sovereign I can marry
Or maybe I was talking about you and your friend
Come around, and you were tryin' to?
It's flashy
I'm flashy
She's frisky
Awards like Espy's
It's flashy
I'm flashy
She's frisky
Awards like Espy's