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letra de flex in the city - badd tattoo

[verse 1]
come on and say that again
you’re talkin’ bad, i like it, like it
i know you like it rough
f-ckin’ on a bag, get a buzz
she said she had a good time
yeah we should do that again
she said a n-gga gave her life
i made her breathe again
ooh, lil mama came over at 4 some’, we had a foursome
that’s what happens when the boredom, yeah
strikes on a tour bus
she earned her stripes on a tour bus, yeah

[pre-chorus]
she got a high pain tolerance
make her feel it way more than a pinch
oh yeah she love it when we goin’ hard
and d-mn i love it when she sticks to the script

[chorus]
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time

[verse 2]
my daddy quit his job back in ’99
he looked at my old jeans, said he gotta shine
zero to sixty in two point five
that new ferrari almost made him cry
3 am, i’m with brittany them
last night i told the lord i won’t do it again
i’m sorry lord, i blew it again
i’m bouncin’ back, i’m gucci again
my city lit, hop out with my b-tch, man that sh-t wasn’t sh-t
i took my l!ck, money don’t make me rich, nana just cooked me grits
she sat me down, told me to get this sh-t, told me to get this sh-t
now i’m official, ‘fficial

[pre-chorus]
she got a high pain tolerance
make her feel it way more than a pinch
oh yeah she love it when we goin’ hard
and d-mn i love it when she sticks to the script

[chorus]
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time

[verse 3: boonk]
whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta gang sh-t
in the city flexin’, your b-tch textin’, she want f-ck with me
n-ggas see me ballin’, now they act like they grew up with me
f-cking up a check, ain’t get it back, b-tch that’s the recipe (boonk gang)
boonk gang gon’ hit sh-t and now they wanna try arrestin’ me
in the hood i’m good, b-tch i got stripes just like a referee
i ride around with choppers, man these n-ggas don’t be testin’ me
i f-cked these b-tches good but they will never get the best of me
’cause i don’t trust these hoes so they will never get the rest of me

[pre-chorus]
she got a high pain tolerance
make her feel it way more than a pinch
oh yeah she love it when we goin’ hard
and d-mn i love it when she sticks to the script

[chorus]
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time
flex in the city, my lady got hang time

- badd tattoo

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