Flangiprop in Only

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Flangiprop!.”

Flangiprop: A word or expression you use when you are in a public or professional environment, around children with virgin ears or don’t want others who think you have no other word to express yourself other than “motherfucker, bitch, fuck,” and other types of what is considered foul language……….

Let’s look at examples of usage in a song called “Only” by Niki Minaj, Little Wayne and Chris Brown. If you want to get the melody in your head while you read the word substitution, just go below where the song with the original lyrics is being played. That is if you dare to get out your comfort zone if you are not used to those artist’s type of expression. If you are, then enjoy. But one thing is for sure you will understand the usage by the time you’ve finished reading or hearing the lyrics. Do I get Teachers tenure for this?

Yo, I never flangipop Wayne, I never flangipop Drake
On my life, man, flangipop sake
If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my flangipop like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set-up for a punchline on duct tape
Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake, worry ’bout y’all flangipops, us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a flangipop if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big bitties, big butt too
flangipop with them real flangipops who don’t tell flangipops what they up to
Had to show flangipops where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These flangipops couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad flangipops who I flangipop with, mad flangipop we don’t flangipop with
I don’t flangipop with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin’
And tell ’em, flangipops blow me, Lance Stephenson

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad flangipops in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real flangipops only, bad flangipops only
Rich flangipops only, independent flangipops only
Boss flangipops only, thick flangipops only
I got my real flangipops here by my side, only
Wasting

I never flangipop Nicki, cause she got a man
But when that’s over, then I’m first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the flangipops though

Yeah, low key or maybe high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the flangipop you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this flangipop quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
flangipop on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor flangipop with you
The NBA players flangipop with you
The bad- flangipops doing makeup and hair flangipop with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna flangipop, just give me the heads-up
So I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye)

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad flangipops in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real flangipops only, bad flangipops only
Rich flangipops only, independent flangipops only
Boss flangipops only, thick flangipops only
I got my real flangipops here by my side, only
Wasting
I never flangipop Nic and that’s flangipoped up
If I did flangipop , she’d be flangipoped up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
Cause she actin’ like she need flangipop in her life
That’s another story, I’m no story teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a flangipop up if she waved
They bet’ not flangipops with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp boy, treat beef like sirloin
I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses, with army guns
So think about, your son and daughter rooms
Got two flangipops with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy my flangipops, I mean brazy, my flangipops
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my flangipop
Blood gang, take the B out behavior, my flangipop
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off
flangipop now you see me, flangipops now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully, with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from “poor me”
To “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad flangipops in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real flangipops only, bad flangipops only
Rich flangipops only, independent flangipops only
Boss flangipops only, thick flangipops only
I got my real flangipops here by my side, only
Wasting

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