Lyrical Breakdown of Flash On These Bitches (feat. Lil' B) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Flash On These Bitches (feat. Lil' B)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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For the soil Yeah, mane! Ay, I'm sick with it! Let's get it! Flash on these bitches Smash on these bitches Get the dollars out that bitch 'cause she's a real live whore Get the dollars out that bitch 'cause she's a real live whore I'm tripping! I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin' My profit, my money, I'm flippin' You can find me in the kitchen Cooking and whippin' and twistin' Spinnin' the pot with my wrist in Pushing that weight without liftin' Johnny on the spot, Kimmy on the case Johnny on the spot, Kimmy on the case Fucking with my guap, you will get erased Fucking with my guap, you will get erased 45 Glock, shoot you in the face 45 Glock, shoot you in the face You won't have time, to say your grace Say your grace, say your grace You won't have time to say your grace Always on the rush, like I'm in a race Pull up in the cut with the Tomahawk steaks Pull up with the chops with the Tomahawk steak Turn you to a ghost, I ain't talking 'bout a Wraith Try to play me close, I'ma put her in her place Honey thick as fuck, baby got cakes Mack them O's, coast to coast Decimals, close to close Best of hoes on my testicles Smoke vegetables, sell rice bowls See through a sucker with a blindfold Step on my bitches then your mind gone At a side show on hydro Tryna get richer like Lionel Flash on these bitches Smash on these bitches Get the dollars out that bitch 'cause she's a real live whore Get the dollars out that bitch 'cause she's a real live whore Ay, shout out to E-40, man It's your boy, Lil B, yeah I know the BasedGod, bitch Shake your ass for them dollars, stupid bitch Bitches in line, now these niggas in line These bitches in line, I'll kill a fucking bitch Word around town, man, these bitches suck dick Word around town, bitch, I don't give a shit I'm tryna get paid, bitch, tryna get laid Bitches left me, now she gotta catch a fade (Figaro) Las Vegas with the roof off Jackie Chan on my wrist with that "wa-cha!" Push bricks out of state for the Audemar Cave a bitch face in just for talking smart And bitch, you don't have to call (No, you don't) 'Cause I'm gon' be a player for life (Be a player, mane) Flash on these bitches Smash on these bitches Get the dollars out that bitch 'cause she's a real live whore Get the dollars out that bitch 'cause she's a real live whore Skrrrt! We up out of here