paroles de chanson Flexxed Up - JOHNNY BUCK3TS

Yeah, I'm flexed up
I'm next up, I had to get that bag right
Yo bitch on my dick
My wrist so sick, no, she can't act right
Diamonds stay on point it be too hard for me to choose
Gotta bad bitch on my left
She get me right, she count the blues
Yeah, I'm flexed up
I'm next up, I had to get that bag right
Yo bitch on my dick
My wrist so sick, no, she can't act right
Diamonds stay on point it be too hard for me to choose
Gotta bad bitch on my left
She get me right, she count the blues

I'm NNB, bae, you can't get it yo way
Yeah, I'm sorry I do what I want
No there's a risk I won't take, gotta get to the cake
I'mma stack on the bread till i'm gone
My bae she doin' the most
We pull up off in a ghost
Yeah, they fuck with the kid cause he dope
Told you my wrist been on froze
And my neck is on cold
Now yo bitch wanna fuck with the goat
What you been on
Trap game is strong
If she wan' fuck then she can not stay long
Grind for my spot, for the moment be ready
If I shoot the glock then I'm keepin' it steady
Thug with my boys yeah we keepin' them mops
Told you these Yeezys, I ain't wearin' no Crocs
Ice be all on me, if you run up on me
You must dummy we keepin' them chops

Yeah, I'm flexed up
I'm next up, I had to get that bag right
Yo bitch on my dick
My wrist so sick, no, she can't act right
Diamonds stay on point it be too hard for me to choose
Gotta bad bitch on my left
She get me right, she count the blues
Yeah, I'm flexed up
I'm next up, I had to get that bag right
Yo bitch on my dick
My wrist so sick, no, she can't act right
Diamonds stay on point it be too hard for me to choose
Gotta bad bitch on my left
She get me right, she count the blues