mc martini - flex lyrics
verse 1 (lil shady)
flex, flex, flex, flex, flex on them haters
pimping home runs 500ft, adios see ya later
work hard on my craft
gonna go first in the draft
mike and martini raining in cash
making three’s curry splash
repping hamden that’s my town
f+ck that prep sh+t dumb ass clowns
bang, bang, the mets are the back
uncle stevie is not wack
yankee fans talking smack
they all wallin on some crack
spitting fire on this track
throwing fastb+lls at your back
verse 2 (mc martini and lil shady)
flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex on my ex
banging lots of bad bad b+tches, cashing money in my checks
chase me until they obsessed, chasing clout, i’m not impressed
i don’t want hеr no more, mike hitting dingers in thе slugfest
smoking fatties with my guys, yankees win by a landslide
judge and voit hitting dingers, moonshots to the crimson tide
the mets are the worse new york baseball team since they like to lose
the players suck, mets lose again, send them back to syracuse
flex, flex, flex, flex flexing on y’alls minds
k’ing people left and right them f+ckers looking blind
stunner your ass to the floor, i got him feeling sore
mc martini give me a beer, make the f+cking crowd roar
chorus (mc martini and lil shady)
flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
flex on the haters, flex on my ex
flex on my drip, she give me neck
flex my guns, hit a home run
party hard time to have some fun
getting litty with my guy, big mart always looking fly
mike throws that nasty changeup, sit on the bench, you gonna cry
flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
flex on the haters, flex on my ex
flex on my drip, she give me neck
flex my guns, hit a home run
party hard time to have some fun
verse 3 (mc martini and lil shady)
mike spit fire on the beat, yah
tini spit gas on the beat, yah
work that bubble b+tt on the beat, yah
whip and nae nae on the beat, yah
pull up lit in my jaguar, yah
party hard like a rockstar, yah
mike smashing hard base hits, yah
pitchers mad, throw h+lla fits, yah
mess with me, you gonna pay, yah
beat that ass like a field day, yah
your b+tch ass in the er, yah
get a stitch, bleeding face scars, yah
you got a f+cked up face, a broken jaw
b+tch, too bad, eat food from a plastic straw
laying the charm, call me michael scott
hamden, my city, i can’t be bought
f+ck rich sh+t and all their yachts
get me hype on dinger shots
late at night, big mart goes hard
baggin’ some hotties at the bar
talking trash with my homies
we play hard ball, they play phony
owls fly high, cashing dubs
eat your sh+t, you scrawny scrubs
chorus (mc martini and lil shady)
flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
flex on the haters, flex on my ex
flex on my drip, she give me neck
flex my guns, hit a home run
party hard time to have some fun
getting litty with my guy, big mart always looking fly
mike throws that nasty changeup, sit on the bench, you gonna cry
flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
flex on the haters, flex on my ex
flex on my drip, she give me neck
flex my guns, hit a home run
party hard time to have some fun
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