paroles de chanson Let Me Flex - Chris Travis

She pop a Xan and she smoke up, I just wanna pour up, I just wanna slow up
Said she goes to school, in her city she a loner, baby you can leave with me cause I love your persona

Handgun in her purse, no she ain't taking shit
Bad bitch, she ain't ratchet, and she looking heaven sent
Yes she is, yes I'm is, crusing, feeling on her clit
Wavy nigga with them bricks, its still free Max B you bitch
I just flex, I just flex, on the bitch denying sex
I don't stress, I don't stress, cause I know this bitch ain't shit
Up in space, that's my place, I be there like everyday
Smoking kush straight to the face, darkest cup I'm sipping grapes
Bitch I rock designer, ain't nowhere were that you could find this
Boy I'm like a diamond, ain't no way you can outshine this
Bitch I'm Michael Jordan, run the whole damn lineup
Thinking you can fuck with me? Nigga get your rhymes up
Niggas get the shine, before you know they time up
Ima keep saying real shit until my time up
Fuck everybody tryna doubt a nigga future
Ima get a hundred K just for my jeweler

She say she wanna sex
Zeros on my check
Derrick Rose of my set
Let a young nigga flex