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    "Let It Flow" Lyrics

    BG feat. Sniper

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    [talking]
    Uh-oh (uh-oh), uh-oh (uh-oh)
    What's happ'n (what's up), ha look out
    (look out) come on (come on) let's do this here
    (let's do it baby) everybody throw your hands up
    Come on, everybody catch the flo' (come on)
    It's going down up in here (going down up in here)
    Ok, Chopper City, hot girl Wyndi

    [Gar]
    This is the club scene, where them ballas at
    Chicken sweating you threatin', mo' getting VIP we setting
    We taking care of the whole section, with liquor
    Marijuana smoke in the back, where Gar be at
    Big trucks on 22's, loud sounds with screens
    Who up in there, that got them chickens fixing they hair
    And getting naked full of Cristal, that's the lifestyle
    So I hit the club, with a pocket full of Lifestyles
    Ooh shorty getting wild, now put your hands in the air
    While you do that dance, and let me get behind you
    While you in front of my man, in front of your man
    Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my hand
    We spending a grand on Bubbly, round for round
    That's how the Chopper City mob, get down
    Hydro in the bottle, with the yellow wrapper
    And you playas better, hold your broads
    Cause these boys, will snatch her

    [Hook: Wyndi - 2x]
    Party's gon be bumping
    Playas gon be stomping
    Get your ass on the dance floor
    And let Moet, and Cristal flow

    [Sniper]
    I know you know of me, Sniper playa baby
    I hold it down full of Mo' and Crown, it make the kid move
    Quick, too much Vodka make me nervous bad
    I'm popping bottles every hour, making Erkles mad
    I left the scene, swerved past in a purple Jag
    You heard of trap, ladies love me you perverted fags
    I rock the house like it's church, yeah I love the Lord
    Play with my team, Chopper City it's gon be murder mass you heard me
    Know you love the way that gangstas play it, we drank and blazing
    Till ancient ages, this ain't for babies
    So ease your nerves, play your girl like she easing surf
    Cause chill what's beneath my shirt, have you bleeding syrup
    I ain't tripping if you need that work, Sniper pull up in a Viper
    With a rifle, that'll mean your smirk
    Flows make my people lean, and twerk
    I hit the track and beat it up like Ike and Tina Turner,
    it's Chopper City man

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Hakim]
    Now y'all already know, Uptown in here
    I got my seventeen rounds in ya, we blowing pounds in ya
    And you know, where I'm found in here
    Last week they had a body, left found in here
    And with the drank getting smoked, the bottles is popping
    We ain't even make it to the party, and girls jocking
    It's Hakizzle, you know the name girl
    Just write your number down, and I'll give you a ring girl
    I don't mean, to snatch your chicks playa
    But the bar need chips playa, look at my wrist playa
    The hood call me, Young Neno
    Cause I'm quick to snatch your senorita, or hit the block with a kilo
    Calm down homeboy, you messing up my groove
    Yeah iight you smoking, give me a Kool
    We stunt round year, ride in convertibles
    Them Chopper City dudes'll murder you, holla back Kizzle

    [Hook - 2x]

    [B.G.]
    Me and my click at the scene, straight tearing it down
    Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down
    The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive
    Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise
    It's going down, it's going dizzle, it's going diggity
    We from Uptown, off the hizzle off the higgity
    I know you feeling me fa shiggity, Baby Gizzle
    Baby Geezie, Baby Gangsta popping pistols
    I'll flip you, straight switch you four nickel
    With me, I won't miss you I got the pistol
    Hoes jocking niggas hating, can't take us
    Can't fade us, we ball just like the Lakers
    I'm off the hinges, off the chain respect the game
    The number one Hot Boy, ain't nothing changed
    I'm thugged out getting twisted, bucking hard
    Tearing the roof off, the party jumping hard

    [Hook - 2x]

    [talking]
    Now there you have it, it's Chopper City's finest
    You heard me, T. Smooth on the track
    (you gotta let it flow, let it flow, you gotta let it flow)
    This song was submitted on August 5th, 2013 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Kenneth Edmonds.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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