paroles de chanson DucK my Ex - Tory Lanez feat. Chris Brown & 2 Chainz

Got it on smash

Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what's coming next
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah

In here, toasted up
I'ma take a single pic and I'ma post it up, oh yeah
Single for the night and the night looking young
She throw it to me to me right, anytime you make it jump, jump
Throw it to me, throw it to me
Bust it like a new year, all of it to me
I found a little shawty and she badder when I'm set
Shout out everybody in here doing better than they ex, oh

Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what's coming next
I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah

Don't get in my way, get in my way now
Don't you go out your way on your way down
Don't gotta be partying, ain't tryna keep up
Just don't look for me, end of story
It's the major leagues, I swing my dick like batter up
I stay creeping
Hit it out the park
Put your best friend and be fucking in my Rari
Know a nigga petty
I'm not saying sorry
I'm just countin' checks, tryna flex, you know

Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Damn whats coming next
I just wanna flex (Oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (I just wanna flex)

Yeah
I go hard, erect
Surrounded in baguettes
My life need a set
I directed the soundtrack
Sipping on some mile back
Where you get that style from?
Let me get my style back
Never been camera shy
Mug shots, no Clayton High
Potato on the barrel, turn your ass into potato pie
Every letter in the alphabet a G (G)
My favorite rapper that I wanna see is me
You can't compete
I'm out your league
Check your receipt
The dick ain't free, yeah
Okay, on my fourth Patek
I'm stuntin' on my ex
Give her everything except another chance and respect, yeah

Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (2 Chainz)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah
Rollie, no Patek
Give me the baguettes and my .40 and the TEC, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Damn whats coming next
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah