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tec-9 - flexin' lyrics

[intro: tec+9]
like that y’all
1995, fa’sho
my n+gga mannie fresh in tha’ house’

[verse 1: tec+9]
n+gga peep me in a black on black lexus, and i’m flexin’, and my license plate says texas
gettin’ out my car, dressed up like a baller, ’bouta k!ll a n+gga, still owe me for a quarter
buck him in his chest for nothin’, just ’cause the n+gga like to show off: he had to [?]
ole busta ass n+gga wanna slang
spendin’ all my money on his b+tch, i hadda make him meet that thang
jacked him for a diamond necklace, now it’s mine
metaled the b+tch down, and now it’s [?] tec+9
can’t trust n0body, can’t trust myself
born and raised in the 3rd, call it [?]
have you ever seen a n+gga so raw? splittin’ wigs in broad daylight: the kinda sh+t you never saw
my ruger .9, i’m glad to have it, manne
and i’m gon’ buck ’em, buck ’em, so you can bring the bodybag, g
i like to give my b+tch the best of thangs, but when she start to f+ck up, i give her the left of thangs
b+tches wanna know what i like: rolexes, diamond necklacess: ’cause a n+gga be flexin’

[chorus: tec+9]
i had to get him, i had to hit him, split ’em, wit’ the .44, that ruffus mac let me use
i had to get him, i had to hit him, split ’em, wit’ the .44, that ruffus mac let me use

[verse 2: tec+9]

- tec 9 lyrics

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