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anerable – pardon my flex lyrics

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verse 1

you see today, i’m gon get me some money fool
and a brand new honey, probably a new yorker or two
gon live it up, if you ain’t feeling me-no-need-to-give-it-up
know the motto, you don’t give a d-mn i don’t give a f-ck
ain’t no sweet l!ck, ain’t no pinching off of my pockets
known to feed the homeless, i’m no santa, no purses from me
legs open-pockets on empty go get a degree
if you don’t, find a pole, hit a 360
where she at though, the next alicia keys
or the college woman with 50 degrees
giving fools the fifth degree over her cookies
she ain’t no rookie, pops was a g
got more game than steph curry, just look at her a rings
watch me spread my wings and f-ck up some sh-t
never hit the club and f-ck up ya rent, better listen to my 2 cents
you ain’t never gota flex and act rich
ball on a budget, stay away from all that fraud and broke sh-t

hook

back and fourth, back and fourth, just back fourth
flex, flex, flex, flex
(repeat 4x)

verse 2

another day what can i say
n-ggas really ain’t playing fair no more
b-tches don’t really use nair no more
every time come through fresh at the door
nappy thought, heart to heart, back and fourth
clean it wit black soap
erykah bydu on yo porch
talking that black love
time to run it back like back to back
run tel dat
run it back like it’s back to rap
time to hit em back like t-t for tat
we know that
shooting with a badge attached
time to bring it back, wayyy back, stocking caps
shooters wore mask like that
bring it back like match that dime sac
white hoods, cops, and crack
got designer for a hater that wanna dab
my address like that
suit and tie if yo business doing bad
pick up your check right here
get out yo feelings stop looking so mad
take off that dress right there
no need to act i ain’t tryna do you that
pardon my flex my dear
back to rap tryna do laps
tryna run laps around my old raps
was in a marquis now i’m in a ac
ain’t got lie, i ain’t gota rap
got a 1-9 i do back to back
that overtime and that flight deck
fatigue and jet lag, where it’s at
just hold your breath i get back to that

back and fourth, back and fourth, just back fourth
flex, flex, flex, flex
(repeat 4x)



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