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sim santana - flexin n’ flashin lyrics

i put my foot on the gas takeoff
i can not let these boys past me
make a move & the scene gon get nasty
he get jammed since he wanna be flashy
keep a shooter on deck tell em blast em
so you already know he gon blast em
mario bro smash em
he get hit with that glock if he back em
i hit that sh-t hold the neck
a chest shot’ll break out his back
smoking dope in the back of the back
gotta glock wit a tec round the neck
it’s no warnings he talk he get stretched
ion like when they talk out they neck
if we coming we coming correct
nah if we coming we coming with straps facts
bro throwing bullets he getting you picked off
receive the pack like we just got the kick off
shout out to yola no clifford thats big dog
won’t f-ck ya b-tch cause she don’t get my d-ck hard
quick ah spin right down ya block
no mask on throw couple shots
hit em up ain’t talking 2pac
lift em up yes you can get rocked
i do my dance on that hoe
throwing ones while she dance on the pole
i hit that sh-t on the low, sike !
i hit that sh-t with my bro
kick her out that b-tch gotta go
she gone make me late for my show
and she loving the way that i flow
i’m hot big drop & roll ( uh )
get with me i’m catching vibes from silly
they know i ride with k!llers & them k!llers know how i get busy
facts it’s get wicked & they know i stay on my pivot
make a move & i swear you gon miss em
where he at he swim with the fishes
i’m in the trap with a bad b-tch
get the pack & we flip it no backflip
she doing tricks gymnastics
he get jammed start flexing & flashing
my n-gg-s spin & cause madness
all y’all n-gg-s b-tches & f-ggots
when we hit ya block it get tragic
all jokes to the side we ain laughing
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step back & hit like a rocket pop it
i’m smoking dope wit my partner
feet up eating noodles no lobster
f-ck one n-gg- you will get shot up
keep dog swing dreads no rasta
my dog meer still king mufasa
do my dance on that b-tch with a choppa
like a bike with no breaks you can’t stop us
hold up hold up
bro shoot that sh-t up they don’t know us
gotta glock with a laser come show up
gotta shooter on deck wit a pole tucked
saw that n-gg- up in person he froze up
them hollows had lit that man soul up
hit that sh-t by the neck & they know us
smoking dope in the back of the rover
i’m in the trap with a bad b-tch
get the pack & we flip it no backflip
she doing tricks gymnastics
he get jammed start flexing & flashing
my n-gg-s spin & cause madness
all y’all n-gg-s b-tches & f-ggots
when we hit ya block it get tragic
all jokes to the side we ain laughing

- sim santana lyrics

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