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xi eleven - flexin' lyrics

(hook – xi eleven)
i be whipping in a white mercedes-benz
i can flex on you until this party ends
hundred k, i can make it in a week
don’t be flexin’, flexin’, flexin’ up on me

[verse 1 – rohit]
it’s brown future and we got an asian
and his hair blonde like a super saiyan
they hate to see that our sauce stayin’
with the roof down and our tracks playin’
i’m tryna pick up my pace, get recognized
make all the bad b-tches wanna grip my thighs
won’t ever run out, my cash multiplies
big gucci lens to protect my eyes
s-a-v-a-g-e from the bay like i’m g-eazy
yeah they really wanna be me but i’m magic like houdini
gettin paid through bars like it’s shawshank redemption
check my stats, yeah that’s ap ima add to my collection (b-tch)

[verse 2 – ravi]
face down, b-ss round, arms up
you’re an outdated trend like pumpkin spice at starbucks
bar none, there’s no one out here capable of this stardom
at the far flung corners of this part 1
just wait for part 2 like “top gun”
elementary with the rhyme, still hittin’ holmes like sherlock in his prime
copped my first a, yeah i knew that was a sign
never would there be a rapper as divine
whip is old but his -ss is fine, only drive a stick cuz i like to take my time
not in ap spanish but i know my caliente gonna make her scream “papí” while i hit it from behind

[verse 3 – xi eleven]
hot sauce cookin’ up a hot pot
b-tchin bout a thot, thought you were making top bops
finna go and hotbox, finna hit my pop rocks
finna take a shot, not sticking round to walk, talk
b-tch you wish we were ‘migos but now that i see those
you reppin’ you fakin’ so step back and deep-throat
f-ck b-tches, get money, but wrap that burrito
you try to look fly, but you look like a pedo, let’s go

[hook – xi eleven]
i be whipping in a white mercedes-benz
i can flex on you until this party ends
hundred k, i can make it in a week
don’t be flexin’, flexin’, flexin’ up on me
i be whipping in a white mercedes-benz
i can flex on you until this party ends
hundred k, i can make it in a week
don’t be flexin’, flexin’, flexin’ up on me

[verse 4 – nikhil]

look it up, it’s lil nicky on the flow
check the name, we stay makin’ this dough
check the safe, we getting bands like woah
call me ski mask, yeah, where is the blow?

sauce it up, we getting riff like raff
making the money, you better check the graph
wearing margiela, gonna make her a bit jella
you make me laugh, please don’t touch my raf

yeah i spit hot sh-t, and it’s toxic
in the c-ckpit, flying up to the cosmic
yeah i’m caustic, new watch imma flaunt it
break you down bar by bar, subatomic

gucci and fendy all up on my wrist
hit after hit but i don’t even miss
people be hating we don’t got much clout
but we got too much of it; now it’s time to sign out

[verse 5 – vksk]
i might wreck havoc cuz i’m a flex addict
i never stand still cuz i be a nomadic
spitting these bars like i’m in automatic
it’s hurting your feelings, wait i’ll call a medic?
911, my emergency? some clown died trying to square up to me
ice, ice that’s my wrist talkin’
skrt skrt, yeah my whip foreign
i’m at the top like everest
3 songs in week, but we never rest
i defy the physics i say more with less
unlocking these bars like a treasure chest
y’all be playing 2k while i’m out here spendin’ it
2 ks in my name so you know i’m reppin’ it

[verse 6 – xi eleven]
kanye, hashtaggin’
boy, whip that volkswagen
motherf-cker wanna great but you ain’t finna let your fake pants keep saggin’
man, we could’ve been homies but now that you show me
you reppin’ you faking you h-ll of a phony
get rich and get sad and keep blasting malone;
he be flexin’ but you just a sh-t-headed brony
i’m flexin’

- xi eleven lyrics

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