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fotrill - flex on flex lyrics

flex on flex on flex
look at this gold on my neck
that girl you’ve been trynna impress
i just pulled her with one text

flex on flex on flex, (flex)
look at this gold on my neck, (ice)
that girl you’ve been trynna impress, (ooh)
i just pulled her with one text, (yuh)
flex on flex on flex, (flex)
ya chick said she likes how i dress, (ayy)
my .45’s just like my ex
it’ll bang anyone no questions asked, b-tch

me on my worst day is like you on your best
all these pills got me tweaking like i got turrets
me and kris with the ice are just chasing this bread
if you talk down on schleepers we come at ya neck, ooh
i just be breaking down ganja, (yuh)
rollin it up in a swisher, (gas)
she top me off and then she swallow, (what)
but then you went and you kissed her, (blah)
looking how i drip with the sauce
couple diamonds on my fist drippin’ like voss
don’t touch my clothes or ask about the cost
hoes in my face, swerve ’em, i can’t f-ck with thots, ooh
looking how i drip with the sauce
couple diamonds on my fist drippin’ like voss
don’t touch my clothes or ask about the cost
hoes in my face, swerve ’em, i can’t f-ck with thots
fool thinking that his b-tch really loves him
send him a video where we f-cking
now he getting real heated like an oven
but my outfit cost more than his truck b-tch
why they always hatin’ when every day i prove ’em wrong?
don’t get them walmart hand near me, this sh-t is louis vuitton

- fotrill lyrics

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