Flexing Hard

Rob49

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    Ayy, ayy-ayy
    Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
    Ayy, ayy
    Ayy-ayy
    I got Hitman on the beat

    Yeah
    Flexin hard, bitch, I'm up, I swear to God
    I'm so used to countin' money, I count a million in the dark
    She said she don't fuck with girls until I meet her, fuck old girl
    Count a million in her face, I’m on my mind like Uncle Earl
    Yeah-yeah
    Treat a nigga just like Wheezy, get him outta here, huh
    Put that forn up, you ain't slick, don’t get beside your soul, huh
    Pushin’ pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
    I got hoes cheatin' on they nigga for a body lift, huh

    I can’t beef with none of these niggas who cooperatin'
    She gon' do whatever I tell her just like Simon said, ayy
    I just popped a mm-hmm, I couldn't wait to take it
    Nigga, don’t try me like no rapper, this shit entertainment
    I done showed 'em so much love, these niggas still be hatin'
    Had to know I told my bro when she told me: Don't say shit
    I'ma get on vanish mode 'cause I can't put my face in
    I can't stay in the streets, [?], once these hoes basic
    I could sell these for a band and do 'em dirty
    I'ma make 'em hate my game, Kyrie Irving, uh
    I done sold so many turkeys, I'm turken, nigga
    Two hoes just on me, bet she like a circus, nigga

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    Yeah
    Flexin' hard, bitch, I'm up, I swear to God
    I'm so used to countin' money, I count a million in the dark
    She said she don't fuck with girls until I meet her, fuck old girl
    Count a million in her face, I'm on my mind like Uncle Earl
    Yeah-yeah
    Treat a nigga just like Wheezy, get 'em outta here, huh
    Put that forn up, you ain't slick, don’t get beside your soul, huh
    Pushin' pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
    I got hoes cheatin' on they nigga for a body lift, huh

    I'ma buy this bitch, huh
    I'm a trapper, nigga, huh
    It don't cost nothin' for the four to get active with him, huh
    I'm still outchea with them bags lookin’ like Santa 'nem, huh
    Trappin' dead, you nigga scared, and I don't feel that shit, huh
    How I feel, huh, ask me how I feel, huh
    I woke up with a mil' when we was just stuck in the field, huh
    Tell me how you lit when you ain't put bro in position, huh
    Soon as I pull up, she take 'em off 'cause I'm that nigga, huh
    Uh, I'm that nigga, huh, bitch, I'm that nigga, huh
    Uh, I'm that nigga, huh, bitch, flexin' hard
    Uh, I'm that nigga, huh, bitch, I'm that nigga, huh
    Uh, I'm that nigga, huh, huh, flexin' hard

    Flexin' hard, bitch, I'm up, I swear to God
    I'm so used to countin' money, I count a million in the dark
    She said she don't fuck with girls until I meet her, fuck old girl
    Count a million in her face, I'm on my mind like Uncle Earl
    Yeah-yeah
    Treat a nigga just like Wheezy, get 'em outta here, huh
    Put that forn up, you ain't slick, don’t get beside your soul, huh
    Pushin' pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
    I got hoes cheatin' on they nigga for a body lift, huh

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