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smoke supreme - flexin' lyrics

[intro]
(trap-a-holics)
smoke supreme in this b-tch
yuh, aye, yuh
shoutout cono on the beat man, aye
(this is a certified hood cl-ssics)

[chorus]
f-cked your b-tch in a jaccuzi (ooh)
she suck my d-ck like a smoothie, aye (yuh)
new belt and it gucci, aye (d-mn)
new shoes and they louie, aye (ooh)
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (d-mn)
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (flex)
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (flex)
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (ooh)
f-cked your b-tch in a jaccuzi (yuh)
she suck my d-ck like a smoothie, aye (what)
new belt and it gucci, aye (d-mn)
new shoes and they louie, aye (ooh)
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (d-mn)
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (flex)
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (flex)
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (ooh)

[verse 1]
i just be rich and i’m flexin’ (flex)
this 40’ll teach you a lesson (bang)
all of these hoes i’m impressin’ (aye)
this uzi’ll send you to heaven (blll)
what i’m smokin’ got me outer sp-ce (gone)
i just pull up flexin’ everyday (flex)
f-cked your b-tch and it was h-lla great (ugh)
try to rob me let the semi spray (bllllah)
balenciagas on my kicks (woo)
versace boxers on my d-ck (versace)
your b-tch wanna have my kids (d-mn)
she been suckin’ on my d-ck (uh-huh)
i’m bustin the trap that’s like everyday (trap)
if i see a opp i won’t hesitate (grrrah)
find out where that p-ssy stay (where he at)
i’mma leave his brains right on a plate (bow)

[verse 2]
b-tch i smoke dope like a chimney (d-mn)
hope you brought woods, i got trees with me (backwoods)
roll it right and then light it please (roll it)
don’t want no ashes on my robin jeans (nah)
b-tch i got robins, i got truey jeans (true)
so much trues that i’m a truey fiend (true)
lot of money, lot of weed with me (dope)
you brought your girl but she gon’ leave with me (‘sup b-tch)
smoking on dope got me high as f-ck (high as f-ck)
your b-tch calling my phone, girl don’t try your luck (try it)
she can’t hang with the gang ‘less she roll my blunt (roll it)
hoe give me top while i smoke my blunt (suck it)
smoke so much dope, this got me stuck (froze)
p-ssy boy don’t want war so don’t f-ck with us (try it)
try to run up and we damage ya (boom boom)
got some hollow tips, we gon’ hit em up (blllah)

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