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meyhem lauren – flexxin lyrics

[intro: meyhem lauren]
m-th-f-cka
c’mon son
n-n-gg-s don’t flex right
c’mon
what buildings you been in
what blocks n-gg-s know you on
f-ck these n-gg-s talking about son
n-gg- we been in these streets
swervin in and outta (yeah) all types of sh-t (uh-huh)
c’mon (yo) laurenavich

[verse 1: meyhem lauren]
yo, dollar bills, d-cks sucks, drop tops and big trucks
lifestyle lux, a plus we live plush (uh)
perfection, all that i strive for, provide for
bronsolinio and d-stacks n-gg-s i’d ride for
queens get it, queens did it (what)
keep a bald head right under the clean fitted
tilt to the side in the whip how i rock it
gah-od d-mn might hop out holdin a rocket
live sh-t my gun smokes, cuban link jump ropes
bag up a smart b-tch, hit her with dumb strokes
mink game right, f-ck rockin them slum coats
won’t slap hands with them n-gg-s that sell notes (f-ck em)
i’m og wit it but i’m not that old
your money ain’t long if your knot can fold
sellin weight while i celebrate
fall back while i delegate, launy

[hook: meyhem lauren]
fly sh-t for ever it’s lauren
n-gg-s know the drill, stay sharp, peace to my pen (uhhh)
got me out of state now i’m flexxin
all my n-gg-s gotta get their checks in
then we back to new york
live n-gg-s always give me support, you know the drill
ain’t no f-ckin around
n-gg-s act up we shuttin em down, laundel

[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
remain chiseled while my name fizzled (uh-huh)
broke the work then the cane drizzled (c-ke)
the game sizzled, it got hot like rhianna
cds freezed and breeze dropped the llama
silk on, six days outta the week
on the seventh rock nothing cause i’m out with a freak
in the kitchen buck naked, shorty givin me beak
had to pull my zipper up so she was able to speak
my lifes golden, 24 karat, traumatic
sh-t happens all day long my n-gg-s had it
still got it, cartier optic
my n-gg-s share profit, i keep a red watch lit (shine)
my n-gg-s knuckle up and shoot fair ones
yall n-gg-s cry for help and shoot flair guns (p-ssy)
we was never the same
lo-key but i’m out for the fame, f-ck with me

- meyhem lauren lyrics

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