Flash Gordon

Used to have to pitch

Now I print cash with the bic

The pad is a blank check

Embrace death, taste flesh

While the rhyme on the page is still wet

Far from fictitious

The cars attract the bitches

I hear the whispers

My palms got the blisters

Buy the 45, you’re moisturized

The oysters are fried

Pull fives out the toybox

Be as lonely at the top

The watchband is croc

The palace is a camelot

Don’t ride the camel when it’s hot

They channeling

Pac My chairman scramble and rock

While I dance to the

Spanish guitar

Spit the chorus

To stimulate the whore’s clitoris

It taste like porridge

I felt rewarded from the man

I ran from the warrant

The high top

Ewings is blue and orange

Flash Gordon [Hook]

We still getting it

Piping dimes on the terrace

I’m thinking about my life where it’s headin

I sleep with heat under the pillow

The cash is where

I left it, it’s nothing

I watch the city while

I’m fucking

I’m such a glutton

Gucci buckets with the

Chukkas motherfuckers

As a dove flew out the glove of the magician

It was just as

I predicted

Reality is prescripted

Trees twisted

Autistic, gorgeous hitmen

Escort the vixen

Porsches,

Imported liquids

To buy a snake and acquired taste

We play for higher stakes

Wine and dine by the fireplace

Romantic, strawberries on the coke

My chariot approach,

I vanished

Parlaying with the players

Switch layers

Mr. Rogers, galoshes

Foxes to dance topless

I hit the spot that’s erogenous, erotic

Brolic hips hippopotamus

Chocolate bitch

The clock is a

Swiss The chronic is lit

Gin and tonic the mix

The Benz is a 6

Inside the

Matrix, I’m the glitch 357 with the rubber grip

So when the beef pop

The shit don’t slip [Hook]

We still getting it

Piping dimes on the terrace

I’m thinking about my life where it’s headin

I sleep with heat under the pillow

The cash is where

I left it, it’s nothing

I watch the city while

I’m fucking

I’m such a glutton

Gucci buckets with the

Chukkas motherfuckers