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camzino - flex lyrics

man i taught them how to flex
man i taught them how to flex
she my girl for the night
early morning send a text

man i taught them how to flex
man i taught them how to shine
mandem talking bout the sauce
when their whole ting sound like mine

said she only into fraud boys (hmm)
she still f-cking for the night
she heard my tune and asking bout the bando
told her “no more questions for the night”

told her “no more questions till the pm”
doing bedroom with ya bm
hit the trap and had to do them numbers
brudda doing numbers, tell them free him

real reckless round them times
man they love me over these sides
n-gg-s say they wanna kill the kid, they couldn’t kill the kid
man i’m still alive

ya bm in the bedroom doing dirty things
man that head game so live
if it ain’t about the money, i don’t wanna know
the phone off moretime
n-gg-s lying bout their 45’s
n-gg-s lying bout their residence
you was never from the south my darg
i ain’t seen you, i need evident
b-tches treat me like the president
i’m presidential with the flows
i’m presidential with the b-tches
count the money with the hoes
had to split that sh-t with bro
dem man never stuck to the code
but i need it all, i need alla dat
see my team doing loads

man i taught them how to flex
man i taught them how to flex
she my girl for the night
early morning send a text

- camzino lyrics

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