Macklemore – How To Play The Flute lyrics

Below are the complete “How To Play The Flute” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. We tryna here some of that, that “Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,” and you know what I’m saying? How To Play The Flute lyrics
Don’t nobody give a damn what all that [?] talking ’bout, man. I’m tryna get that in my life. Gemini

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my sh*t
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone’s a bitch
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 butt 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

[Chorus: King Draino]
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)
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[Post-Chorus: 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

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
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 ’til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat
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 [?]
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 the bitch, but I ain’t on key
Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
Feeling like John [?] with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
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)

[Post-Chorus: 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 These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

SonReal – No Warm Up

[Verse 1]
They told me things like, uh, "Go get a job"
I told them things like, uh, "Go, go fuck off"
I’m cool kid to these cool kids, I lead my own parade
Cause this new shit I drop right now gon’ make your fuckin’ day
I got shit to lose just like a plumber
Locked down like Ye for three summers
Locked down like DMX when he peel out
Vroom vroom, you know I’m the only real out
First try, no warm up with no diploma
I used to drive to Kelowna, get booed like a fuckin’ loaner
Cause I was scared of myself and I showed it to everybody
This go out to anybody who yelling "We ready, Sonny" like
Ready, ready, ready

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 2]
They told me things like, uh, "Go back to school"
I told them things like, uh, "I fucking rule"
I’m Quim Cardona first try
I’m David Blaine on mushrooms
So this shit right here, this gon’ make me levitate right ‘bove you
I get higher than Peter Pan going skydiving
I can’t miss, so I’m putting with my five iron
Vancouver raised a boy to a man
From a hundred dollar show to a couple hundred grand
I write my music like a 12 year old who’s sitting in the stands
Cause that 12-year old was me when I was looking for my dad like
Chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow, run it
So if you see me walking, come and say "What’s up" to Sonny like
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 3]
Hot damn, why you looking at me?
I been beaming like I just went pro
You can act like you running the show
But since I came here, man, I just don’t know
Mama told me, "Don’t break no rules
‘Less you’re planning on doing it first try"
I dedicate this song right here to anybody yelling "Free yo mind"
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

Skeme – How Could I Be Blamed Lyrics

[Hook: Skeme]
How could I be blamed
How could I be blamed
How could I be blamed (yuh)
How could I be blamed
Straight out the struggle and pain
I’m a product of the wildest environment
So how in the fuck could you blame me
If it was you, you do the same thing
(2x)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
If it was you, you do the same thing
I’m from the muhfuckin sword of the land
The originators of the gangbang
Squad rockin all these stupid cuban cuban links
We the chain gang
All I ever knew was oppression
Never knew them diamonds you see when the chain swing
My niggas want murder and drama
Don’t give no fuck bout no peace
I got water in them VVS diamonds
Put the SOX all round the piece
Po’ up a fo’ of that mud, that oil
All flappin, no grease
Still I ain’t slept in this bitch in a week
That young nigga here he a beast

[Hook: Skeme]

[Verse 2: Skeme]
How in the fuck you line up in a lane with a boss?
You ain’t even cut from the cloth
You ain’t with business at all
He ain’t no beast, he a bitchboy
Won’t even ride for the cause
Ima shot caller bitch, if it’s one time only I could call it off
Bought a shotgun sawed off
Threw the window we go shooting cause they saw it all
Westside! Westside!
Straight out that muhfuckin street where the shit raw
I’m laughin at (?)
Real recognize real, G shit
I see it in ya eyes you ain’t got it in ya

[Hook: Skeme]

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Again you niggas play the blame game
I was in the trap, David Blaine thing
We all grew up round the same thing
Half the homies I know gangbang
Other half still in the streets
They rather press up a piece
Shit, I got a clip on me now
I gotta get rich off it now, yeah
Swear this is all that I knew, put us all up in coupes
Rollies and chains, I get all of it duke
Shoutout to Duke, he rollin with me
He get all of it too
VVS diamonds they dancin on me
Carats on carats on carats, but I won’t go back to the P
I turned me to something from nothing
And they wanna turn that to me
How you pin that up on me

[Hook: Skeme]

Drake – Sneakin’

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Bout to take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t own it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now (blasting)
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it ’till her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I don’t need love I’m the G.O.A.T
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Drake – Sneakin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Bout to take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t own it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now (blasting)
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it ’till her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I don’t need love I’m the G.O.A.T
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

DRAKE – Sneakin’ lyrics

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devils in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance

(Make me call my bro…)

Drake – Sneakin’ (feat. 21 Savage & London On Da Track) letras

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1" man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

[Bridge]
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Drake – Sneakin’ lyrics

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devils in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance

(Make me call my bro…)