Flash Gordon Lyrics
| Song | Flash Gordon |
| Artist | Roc Marciano |
| Album | Reloaded (Deluxe Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
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