How To Play The Flute lyrics

Don't nobody give a damn what all that shit talking 'bout, man. We tryna here some of that, that "Girl, shake your a**, shake your a**, shake your a**," and you know what I'm saying? I'm tryna get that in my life

Gemini

[Macklemore]

Diamond, diamond, diamond, that's my shit (that's my shit)

Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)

Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)

Curry, wavy, my undertone's a b*tch

Shoutout to my city, know I really does this

Third time's a charm, I'm feeling triumphant (I want it)

I put a little gold up on my bicuspids

They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who's he?)

She may be vanilla cream, baby, her b*tt big

They treat me like McGregor when I'm out in Dublin (They do)

My mama don't like it when I be cussing (She don't)

But f*ck these motherf*ckers, mama, I don't trust them

It's plush up in the bucket, look, don't touch it, thought you knew

In the pocket, like I'm Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move

In the summer watch me f*ck around, I'm 'bout to drop the roof

She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

[King Draino]

Goddamn, they hating on a player

Don't understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)

Shazam, I'ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)

Emoji hands, I'm praying for them haters (Amen)

[Macklemore]

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Aye, little mama, aqui

Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi

On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee

On my B-I-E 'till I D-I-E, I think I'm king (I think I'm king)

You didn't think that I would get the peacoat (No!)

Unbutton that motherf*cker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)

Who's that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo

I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that Teamo

Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato

In that grotto out in Cabo

Amateur, so Apollo

Whip this bulky like Costco, I'm out here and dodging 5-0

I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho

But it ain't about to rain on me

Tryna sing up in this b*tch, but I ain't on key

Now I stay genuine, I'm the same old G

Feeling like John Helwig, check, with these eight gold rings

Play the flute

[King Draino]

Goddamn, they hating on a player

Don't understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)

Shazam, I'ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)

Emoji hands, I'm praying for them haters (Amen)

[Macklemore]

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay