How To Play The Flute Lyrics - Macklemore

Don't nobody give a damn what all that shit talking 'bout, man. 

We tryna here some of that, that 

Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass 

And you know what I'm saying? 

I'm tryna get that in my life. 

Gemini 

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 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 fuck these motherfuckers, 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 fuck 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 

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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) 

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 

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Aye, little mama, aqui 

Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi 

On Miami Beach, we have a party La Di Da Di 

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 motherfucker, 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 bitch, 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 

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) 

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