flex (chicago) – sosa lyrics
ayy
if your boyfriend wanna be like tell him get on his grind
telling lies to her ears do this sh+t all the time
she ain’t never finna leave me i was too hard to find
always played a n+gga close because she knew i’d shine
top down when i’m sliding who the f+ck i was ducking?
before i lie and say i love her i won’t tell that hoe nothing
catching blessings from the 2nd to the 31st
let the paper touch ’em i don’t do the dirty work
(shhh)
shorty stuck up on that block the way the chef play the kitchen
i tried to tell her i’m her blessing she ain’t motherf+cking listen
stupid ass
you gotta learn to take directions when a player talking i don’t say it often
ayy pull up scr+pe the curb yeah
the fendi cool but gucci snakes what i preferred yeah
oh i fell off i ain’t the same that’s what you heard yeah?
how you explain this? i’m h u n i t for life still on that gang sh+t
at round tables with the bosses tryna keep sh+t in order
a hundred dollar glass of wine this sh+t more pure than your water
i’m quick to show a hoe the door she do some sh+t i don’t like
ayy what’s the realest sh+t you wrote? sh+t i don’t know i don’t write
took 50 thousand out the bank and went to grab me a cat
the hardest n+gga in this sh+t and that ain’t cap it’s a fact
you only got behind the mic to catch a l!ck i can tell
you took your b+tch to michael kors i take my hoes to chanel
if your boyfriend wanna be like me tell him get on his grind
telling lies to her ears i do this sh+t all the time
she ain’t never finna leave me i was too hard to find
always played a n+gga close because she knew i’d shine
top down when i’m sliding who the f+ck i was ducking?
before i lie and say i love her i won’t tell that ho nothing
catching blessings from the 2nd to the 31st
let the paper touch ’em i don’t do the dirty work
ayy i’m getting sitchy in my benz n+gga
gucci glasses she gon l!ck me ’cause my lens n+gga
at doubletree b+tch i’m with brittany and her friends
keisha keep on calling i’m gone link with her at like 10
ayy, real certified sniper catch a b+tch from the roof
i’m spitting crack i hit the stu and chopped a brick from the booth
we was verified way before that twitter sh+t
let her hit the mall with me i ain’t get her sh+t
ayy, i give it kisses i ain’t telling
put me against the test of time i ain’t failing
i put some loubs on that b+tch i dropped a bag on her
and you can’t touch her if you broke she got a tag on her
i’m starting to feel it fall apart that’s how i know imma win
if i don’t like her but she thick don’t give no f+ck i pretend
100 racks inside the mattress at the condo
a king n+gga so i know exactly what lebron know
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