Video Fleaflicker de Al B Smoov 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al B Smoov - Fleaflicker Lyrics

[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Huh

[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on niggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on niggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue


[Verse 1]
Chеf Ralfy cookin' up beef on greasy skillets
Nigga wanted smokе, it was a cancer, .223s killed him
Snatchin' bitches' purse, yes indeed I'm an evil villain
Them ain't M30s, them smushed pressed penicillins
Bitches dress to impress 'cause the Stinc Team in the building
Nigga doin' shit we been did, they my lil' children
Tryna beef with the Team, better kill the stunts, this ain't Fear Factor
Nigga can't compete with the Team, we top tier gassers
I know you see me, neck and wrist look like chandeliers
We got out the mud, jumped off the porch, it's bastard kids
She braggin' to her friends, like, "Them niggas don't get money fast as him"
Gang and them just a bunch of dope fiend scammer pimps
Drug dealers, we flu flammin', we make bags do flips
F&N'll make the toughest nigga do ballet shit
I hit the bitch, then I hit her with the flea flicker
Bust on a bitch face, can't believe he kissed her, the Plug
[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on niggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on niggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue

[Verse 2]
Shittin' on niggas, got diarrhea, so I'ma need some tissue
F&N shells jumpin' out the clip if I feel it's an issue
She like, "I got some money for you, Ralfy", you know I miss you
Punk bitch, you guessed if you thought I was gon' kiss you
They like, "We know you hate niggas but did you have to lynch dude?"
I'm a coach, I play the ref' to make shit official
Get fouled out, we tote TECs, your family'll miss you
I hung my cleats up, we gettin' tons of legal dough
I know you don't want me to go back to bleedin' Stincs no more
I know one thing, a punk bitch better not think I need her, though
They like, "Ralfy, you the truth, you got a greasy flow"
Neck froze, so every time I step out I think I need a coat
I'm in the barnyard with all G.O.A.T's with pieces on
I stay away from pawns, I don't need no niggas leechin' on me
We big Meech and you see the Stinc Team feastin', homie
Ten before ten, back at it again, it was an easy loaf
[Chorus]
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on niggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue
I hit her, then I passed her, hit the bitch with the flea flicker
Chef Ralfy put you on a platter, we'll deep dish you
We do this shit for gang, long live the Great, you know we miss you
Shittin' on niggas, we gettin' money, so we don't need tissue