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fredo santana - flexing finessing lyrics

[hook: fredo santana]
flexing, finessing. b-tches know i’m flexin
sipping on that texas. kush smoke for breakfast
30s for my weapon. try me it get hectic
shooters they just wet sh-t. kill you in a second
flexing, finessing, b-tches know i’m flexing
flexing, finessing, b-tches know i’m flexing
flexing, finessing, b-tches know i’m flexing
flexing, finessing, b-tches know i’m flexing

[verse 1: lil bibby]
flexing, finessing, these b-tches know i’m flexig
30 clip in that weapon, loud pack no stressing
3 bands for the necklace, gucci belt cost 350
the opps don’t wanna see bibby, neva lackin’ keep heat with me
n-gg-s know i’m the best out, my lil n-gg-s bring the techs out
louis kicks when i step out now that’s flexing
no limit we reckless, ride up and just wet sh-t
that .40 leave yo chest hit, sh-t can get hectic
riding round with the b-ss knocking, raybans them the hater blockers
i’m gettin’ money i make commas, 8 shooters that’s 8 doctors
and all them got hollow tips they let shoot we dropping sh-t
no limit, mb, f-ck the opposite. i’m gone

[hook]

[verse 2: fredo santana]
f-ck her then i kick her out, get back to my riches
keep b-tches out my business, see me i’m never slipping
pull up when you slipping, yo body drop i’m dipping
catch me in the kitchen, stretchin’ i’m tryna get it
stretcher in the back and lil folks nem tryna hit it
anywhere the licks at, you know i’m tryna hit it
coolin’ in the projects
4 bricks up in my closet, 10 bands up in my pocket
n-gg-s say they real but they fake, you gotta watch em
n-gg-s say they want beef but really they gon’ squash it
no talking i’ma pop it, just ask yo b-tch i’m popping
on twitter i’m the topic
i don’t do no fussing, just try me i’ma bust it

[hook]

[verse 3: lil herb]
hit the club 100 deep, all these bands on me
b-tches watching, jocking, stopping, tryna dance on me, no id i’m vip
hit the scene them hoes go insane
pull up in the range they eat the d-ck before i know they name
but they still know who i be, lil herbie they know w-ssup
sipping purple in this cup, sweep of purple in this blunt
fredo off that, turn up, he got that .30 in the cut
tryna act tough let the macs bust leave him burnt up in the dust
i stay sacked up that’s a must, i be packed up like a bus
i get pack rush when i puff
my team balling hard y’all fouling out better back up or get dunked
b-tch you flexing hard and we wilding out
might f-ck around and get trunked, so don’t f-ck around and get slumped

- fredo santana lyrics

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