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Bitch (yeah)
I said, flexxin'
2025, I thought this shit would be The Jetsons
I'ma get this bands up
That bitch wann sex me
Yeah
Yeah
I said, flexxin'
Bitch, steady flexxin'
2025, I thought this shit would be The Jetsons
That bitch wanna suck up on me cause she seen my necklace
I'm flexxin'
This 2-door coupe so fast, I caught my bestie
How the fuck I'ma flex with no bands?
I just gotta go get me some bands
Don't call my phone, I ain't tryna make plans
Unless you want dollar bills all in your hands
I be flexxin on accident, making the trends
I might put on a North Face coat in the sand
So you better keep up, like a X, not a xan
They told me it's beige, I feel like it's tan
I'm in the back like Vlade
I'm in a R.T. with Tre
We on the way to get paid
I just flexed on a bitch, got laid, yuh
Walked in flexxin', they had told that was foul
They say, "you got that shit on but you smoking Black & Milds"
I don't give no fuck cause all my hoes, they love my aura, be like wow
See, I watched Dora as a child
And I got boots on right now
It's only one type nigga that can do what I do (yeah)
Hold up, do what it do
She flexxin' that booty, it's cute
I be calling her booty-lil-boo
I'm the type that 'gon show up in yo dreams flexxin
GS460 I just pulled up in a clean Lexus
I'm in Richmond pouring drank & Lopez down in fucking Texas
That's the nigga that made this beat
He sent them like we fucking besties
That's still my brother, we flex together
This blunt kicked in, feel better than ever
You ain't got no flex, you ain't got no cheddar
So you better have a stick or you better have a cutter
You ain't got neither one, you end up like your brother
You always down bad, I think, L your letter
He don't wanna go to work, don't wanna get better
But I just wanna say, fuck you & your brother
I said, flexxin'
Bitch, steady flexxin'
2025, I thought this shit would be The Jetsons
That bitch wanna suck up on me cause she seen my necklace
I'm flexxin'
This 2-door coupe so fast, I caught my bestie
How the fuck I'ma flex with no bands?
I just gotta go get me some bands
Don't call my phone, I ain't tryna make plans
Unless you want dollar bills all in your hands
I be flexxin on accident, making the trends
I might put on a North Face coat in the sand
So you better keep up, like a X, not a xan
They told me it's beige, I feel like it's tan



Writer(s): Thomas Haskins Iii Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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