Kenny Duke - F L O W I N G

Once upon a time I knew a boy that was cool
He was fresh when he woke, girls loved him at school
Played ball a lil bit and he bent the rules
Smoked good before the games coach thought he was rude
Kicked out college it was so untrue
Now he's stacking that paper, never acting a fool
Laid back in the cut AirMax the shoes
What a hell of a introduction they call him Kenny Duke
Here I go, kick it slow, busta rhymes give me mo
Double piped SRT, briefcase bankrolls
Figure of speech making figures while I speak
The beat intertwined with my voice so unique
Steady creep, grip the wheel, soft leather you can feel
What it is wit cha girl here's my number let's build
Let's talk about paper, live good wit some acres
Now we going on 20 years consider her my baby
It was all a dream, now I'm stacking that cheese
Minding my biz sipping good while I creep
It's About 87 got my A/C blowing
Factory on the rims got em spinning call it flowing
It was all a dream, now I'm stacking that cheese
Minding my biz sipping good while I creep
It's About 87 got my A/C blowing
Factory on the rims got em spinning call it flowing
Rollin through my city, lil cash in my pocket,
Arm out the window, nice paint, rims glossy
All white Foreign hit the button watch the top drop
My Posse on Broadway bumpin Sir Mix A Lot
Dreams of a million first class with a heavy knot
Sippin a Mimosa pinky out legs stretched out
Dime on the side perfect body like she sketched out
Looking out the window white clouds with my chest out
Flowing That means I'm doing my thang
Living good, cool vibes, no dirt on my name
Them boys steady clowning, I'm dressing like Thousand Island
In a room full of players to the top I be rising
Feeling like Pimp C, you embarrassing us
Take that Monkey shit off, you impressing the sluts
Ol school gutted out now the screen is touch
On a mission to stack millions consider that a must

Written by:
Kenneth Dukes

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