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ms. giplé - flexin' (prod. by southpaw productions) lyrics

hook:
i don’t drive a benz, but still i be flexing
no audemar on my hand, but still i be flexing
i got one main, but i still be flexing
flexing
flex
flex
flexing

verse 1:

i don’t worry no more
i just write more raps
and wrap more weed
maybe i’m a simpleton but millions still a must to be
i got a reputation and mouths to feed
i new here. but they still expect a monster from me
so i’m a give it to em
so real when i rip it to em
got ‘taking over’ in my repertoire
got you rugrats scared like reptar!
but i’m not reptilian
i was sent here to wreck yall!
that’s promise not a threat yall!
c o l o r a d o, i rep yall!
i’m the rookie rockin’ rhymes like a veteran
dummies try to lock me out, though i hold the key i prefer to be bustin in!
drop a 16 and have you jaw dropped like too much ketamine
i never compete if i don’t intend to win
they follow my flow like a gust of wind
like something outta arkham
they’ll remember me rhyming in riddle
don’t got much, but i take care of my little
you can find me on the roof, rolling regans, ranging my fiddle

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verse 2:

all these b-tches are my pets
if we are beasts i must be the h b i c
of this jur-ssic jungle like rex
if you gamble, im your safest bet
you dont gotta like me, but these words reserve respect
hater try to put me on hex; hoe!
you vex bro?
cuz i came to your city and claimed it like a re-po?!
i’m a tiger in these woods, i do it so pro
should be sponsoring an ex-po
exceptional craft
these songs like my sculptures
moving mountains to shift the subculture
(and ima stay mee!)
baby burn my body in burberry, before i vanish into a vanity vulture
(dont let them cage me!)
coach never wanted to play me
bench-warmer now most valuable player baby
every where i go, i hear barking…
d-mn how these b-tches hate me

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verse 3:

sucka lets end with the facts
your saucy bloggin won’t be spicy enough to stop me from dipping this chip on my shoulder into rap
daddy taught me, whatever you do, don’t do it wrong
in other words do it, like the best should have done it or gohome
17 hungry, head hurting, and on my own
sleeping in the cold in a 97 expedition- color of maroon
living like a peasant
fantasizing about thrones
they prolly judge my genuine- don’t even know what i been through
you ever had a n-gga jump in your car, try to k!ll you?
you ever have someone you care for kidnapped in murderapolis?
were you ever at rock bottom, so you broke in a grabbed it?
you ever got so poor, plasma your only paycheck?
pages from my memoires
t-tled: the hauntings of my bad habits & unanswered questions
at least i learned from those lessons
after all the sweatin and stressin
i still be smokin and flexin

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- ms giple lyrics

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