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tsumyoki & kidd mange - flex bomb lyrics

what i gotta do to a beat
every time i finna step, flex, bomb
run up a check, flex, bomb
the way i come in with a text bomb
you better get used to the heat
i’m taking the cake while you picking up bread crumbs
i’m coming in with the meds, numb
da vinci the bars when i flex

look i’m ahead of the campaign
run on me, you gon end up in last place
i be rolling up bands in the fast lane
finna dump you when you end in the ashtray
i be keepin it together like a housewife
shе know the words to my songs cause it sound nice
i got a studio sеsh at around five
yes i hit it once but you know i gotta pound twice
don’t get it? lemme ill+strate, only tsumyoki make the illest plays
temme who’s making hits this way imma look at my b+tch, tell her kiss this face
on top like a mistletoe i got a bands so never really miss this bro
they said i wouldn’t make it but i can’t blame em
cause who would’ve known that my sh+t would blow

she say yoki you sound too fresh
cause i low+key got crowds to bless
man f+ck chain, cause i got the crown to flex
make way i’m about to flex
glaze that b+tch like cinnamon swirl she bad, she a venomous girl
too hot when i entered this world new thought she an infamous girl
finna rebirth like rennisance
5 boys on my side like pentagon
they wanna hop on the wave, never let em on
they ain’t ever stopping my fate, better let em run
picking a fight, b+tch i’m sick of the types
who think i’mma type back i ain’t giving em light
i’m bigger than hype, i’m thinking about the figures
the price and everything nice
so i don’t want your f+cking advice cause
what i gotta do to a beat
every time i finna step, flex, bomb
run up a check, flex, bomb
the way i come in with a text bomb
you better get used to the heat
i’m taking the cake while you picking up bread crumbs
i’m coming in with the meds, numb
da vinci the bars when i flex

sicker the beat is i’mma give you the heat
and then attach no hoes when i’m paying receipts
i got some brand new flows i don’t spit on repeat
and got some bands new notes, but i’m clever discrete
a pro athlete
i got a tan 6 pack and not lackin’ a d
and when she clap that ass i’m not paying a fee
and goa trap like crack once you on it you need it now attack this track
leaving it with a seizure, never suffered amnesia
but forgot how her b’s are let me think hold that, wait i think double d’s yeah
or a couple of c’s are, you gon judge my craft on vocabulary
you wanna try me and see if i’mma get that pad and i’m feeling a pact
well cause a beat like this and yoki on a track might rewrite this sh+t like the bible in fact
and reach more new people it’s vash

when i step, flex, bomb pest test gone restless cause i’m the next best one
do not try me with a pen i felt none shoot right by me and then i bet ya
gonna miss little b+tch you going head to head
with me left for dead hope you get the meds
i impressed the best deflect the rest they said i’m blessed
i got the sauce so i get the bread
i’m coming in yeah you know i got the mojo like a cold sore f+cking sick they say oh no
no more ducking won’t do sh+t
let the hope go spitting 44 out my chrome dome like the popo
b+tch i’m heavy with the shots get ready to drop m+f+s
plenty at the top but never gon stop
more flows ready in the pot we sellin’ em hot know so many got the guap
but many gon flop
let my gun spray, naava no buddha, i come all alone make your gang talk
i call my baby she bad and she boujee she told me sh+t too hot need raindrop
i’m out my cage, making these moves and these naavas talk sh+t from the same spot
where i was flexing with nothing to lose, baby, now, i got something to prove
keep rappers up like it’s biden and trump
k!ll rappers, don’t need to pull out a gun
i say the truth and they take as affront
y’all know the goat it’s yelhomie and none
loving how these rappers call me a c+nt
i am what i am eat, and you look like my nuts
i’m like krishna, i get all the makhan
i play with you p+ssy and k!ll it for fun

what i gotta do to a beat
everytime i finna step, flex, bomb
run up a check, flex, bomb
the way i come in with a text bomb
you better get used to the heat
i’m taking the cake while you picking up bread crumbs
i’m coming in with the meds, numb
da vinci the bars when i flex

- tsumyoki kidd mange lyrics

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