KIEDA BORDEAUX. - Too Flashy/Dulcé (feat. Tyshaun, Not TJ) Lyrics

Pull out your camera phone
Take a picture like God's here
I'm a pose, like I'm suppose
But where I'll go?
Here's an idea
I'm 'bout to serve it to you
High chair
Say the word
Make the tide clear
'Cause I make it bubble
Like a science fair
You ain't 'bout nothing
Like Seinfeld
Oh, no
You been talking too long (Hold up)
I been good off that strong
And I get into it bitch I'm too fly (Wait)
I could get it if I didn't try
This is my flow
Nope you can't stop... (Me)
No I don't think so
I had to get it with no other people
Beat this bitch up like I'm ocho and cinco
This beat be a free throw
Like ah...
Brace your face for the wave
Ready like Trigga'
From the braids
To the fade... ah
Killer on the track
Gimme pay
Home run anytime I step to plate... ah
Need to kill your pride cause I see
You can't do it, can't do it like me... nah
Need to give me props
Cause I see... like
Wait...

Flashy, flashy
You too flashy for me
(You too flashy for me)
And it's funny, I'm laughing
L-O-L, L-O-L
(And I'm laughing, L-O-L)
Cause I know you flexing
From the go
I mean like from the doe
Who repping
Whoa the flow two stepping
Oh you know
And better like an old school Texan
Say don't be plexin'

Slow your roll
You moving too fast
I know you wanna dash
With hunnids...
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid
Miles on the dash
Whoa you, who you
Whoa I'm moving too fast

Tell me is candy sweet?
Do the bees like buzzing?
I'm over here looking like (Ooohhhh)
I'm over here looking like (Ahhhh)
I'm over here looking like
Something...

Get off the titty boy like 2 Chainz back
They don't like me cause I'm icy hoe
Like two sprained backs
I see hot lines, dog
BBQ face ass grilling all the time
But pardon as I shine
I'm the don da da
I come harder than a sex thrill
On X pills, a threat still
Come for your neck ill
While your favorite rapper
Wilding for respect still
I don't know them niggas at all
Hola, Coma esta
I'm here to bring pain
I'm growin' like inner thigh
They showing the exchange
It's tempting but ill advised
They rolling on them thangs
Propellers why would I lie
Relax, baby
Don't relapse, go crazy
I know you be wanting these doses daily
I'm giving you your fix
Like you broke something
If the fuzz ask no
We don't know nothing
I'll probably black out
When I back out, fa'real
Like no Frontin'
Knievel but do no stuntin'
Tap dance on the beat
Like Gregory Hines comes with pounds
What defines a great legacy
Uh,uh no no They not ready
Inside P&B, your flocks jelly
Thinking that it's sweet is neat
But not really
When truly I can't see defeat
Like potbellies

I'm off it
Put cocaine in my coffin
Drop this one as a punishment
They coughin' up all these compliments
Common sense ain't not one of them
Probably be one and done of them
Drop this one as a punishment