Mo-Rice - Flintstones (feat. Indo-Soul & Vision Tha Dreamer) Lyrics

We go bam bam bam bam
Like the flintstones
Shorty got ass for days
Swelled up like lymph nodes
She want me to slow it down on the tempo
Bam bam bam bam
Make her limp, oh

We go bam bam bam bam
Shorty want me and I'm feeling like the man
Smoking OG cause I run this game
I'm so flame, I'm feeling fantastic,
I won't let up, Visionary, my 3rd eye open
I'm applying pressure
V and indo, they gon ride
And we gon slide Into your end zone
We gon blow up like coke and mentos
So explosive, C4
Shorty come to me no detour
Lift up her shirt, I'm tryna see more
Ride the wave, only time will tell
Raise Boston up with my clientele
2020 my vision, Yah and Mo on a mission
Run the game, only spit facts
She know my name and won't forget that
Cause we bam, bam, bam, bam
She gon ride, blam, blam, blam
No kickback, she on cam
Wo go Click clack for my fam,
Ride or die, we gon touch the sky
Imma fly her out to Japan
Faded love in the bathroom
She suck me up like a vacuum
I just wanna see the ass move
Dance for me, yeah clap that
Hit it from the back, no backtrack
Life's moving fast like I'm on the fast track
So high, I'm over the moon
And she got me like "yabadabadoo!"

We go bam bam bam bam
Like the flintstones
Shorty got ass for days
Swelled up like lymph nodes
She want me to slow it down on the tempo
Bam bam bam bam
Make her limp, oh

Getting all the ends, Know we in to win
Got the master plan, Smith and Wesson go bam
Feel like Vision said that I'm the man
Wit mo-rice eating more rice
Just tryna eat the shit feel nice
Lighting up the dro' make ya mind feel right
F*ck wit Indo, known to be a good time
Soul on the track, I be spitting all the time
Time is of the essence ain't to many get mine
Issa doggy dog world so I gotta get mine
Bitch real fine needa dollar not a dime
Me and her we go way back
On the stoop dreaming boutta may back
14 told me where the stains at
15 found out where the plays at
Into getting money so she get it for me
That's a good Jawn
Imma hustle too ain't shit funny
Know the pockets strong
Known to get it on
Hit it like a bong
Need the money long
Need the Rollie on
Dont want no ice want the classic Jawn
All gold with the blue face
Match the White adidas with the blue lace
F*ck it blue label on the dusse
Custom shit for the f*cking gang
BCP

We go bam bam bam bam
Like the flintstones
Shorty got ass for days
Swelled up like lymph nodes
She want me to slow it down on the tempo
Bam bam bam bam
Make her limp, oh

This that Don Juan nigga making bomb songs
Shorty be my cheerleader, Dancing in those Pom Poms
Got her in my palms huh, Never do me wrong nah
We gon have that Asian kinda love
Love me long, nia long
Go 'head and ring the alarm, I'm Boston strong
More a mix of King Kong, Godzilla, and Genghis Khan
Didn't mean to Chaka, I really don't got no Khans
I'm the type to hit the juke like the Fonz
That's word to moms
It's only if you're looking my way
Niggas doing 20/20 on highway
BCP that's the team it's just the finner taste
How she chefing up the cake, I'm sliding up my plate
I gotta bless it how she dress it, It's that saving grace
I'm bringing aliens, y'all niggas running out of space
This beat needs mo of that rice
Got me taking chances over rolling dice
You know it's do or we die

We go bam bam bam bam
Like the flintstones
Shorty got ass for days
Swelled up like lymph nodes
She want me to slow it down on the tempo
Bam bam bam bam
Make her limp, oh