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letra de from the block - fenix flexin

[intro: fenix flexin]
(cuddie joe on this motherf-cker)
i’m with dbe, we came from the streets, n-gga
i just poured a four in a fanta peach

[chorus: fenix flexin]
i’m with dbe, we came from the streets (that’s the d-block)
we done got it out the mud, all we know is eat (servin’ rerock)
ayy, i ain’t lackin’, boy, i’m packin’ heat (boy, i’m packin’ heat)
ayy, this yo’ b-tch, i turned her to a freak (ooh)
i’m with dbe, b-tch, we totin’ chops (totin’ chops)
all up on the billboard, we came from the block (we came from the block)
i remember i was broke, now i rock gucci socks (ayy)
bando baby 29 gon’ let that ruger pop (buh, buh)

[verse 1: dirtbike lb]
so much [?] on my body, it don’t work with me
i know some n-ggas in my city wanna murder me
i got rich and now i see these n-ggas turn on me
and that is really burnin’ me, i’m chillin’ in some burberry
my n-gga caught a body out in fairfax, he air it out
drugs up in my body, all the drama, i can’t hear that
draco [?] like designer, he gon’ wear that
wear my ap and my rollie, i compare that
and i’m still up in my kitchen (kitchen), i can make a brick flip
really got me feelin’ like a misfit
i’m with fenix and he flexin’, my hitter bring the tec in
told that b-tch her p-ssy impressive (uh)
[chorus: fenix flexin]
i’m with dbe, we came from the streets (that’s the d-block)
we done got it out the mud, all we know is eat (servin’ rerock)
ayy, i ain’t lackin’, boy, i’m packin’ heat (boy, i’m packin’ heat)
ayy, this yo’ b-tch, i turned her to a freak (ooh)
i’m with dbe, b-tch, we totin’ chops (totin’ chops)
all up on the billboard, we came from the block (we came from the block)
i remember i was broke, now i rock gucci socks (ayy)
bando baby 29 gon’ let that ruger pop (buh, buh)

[verse 2: young adz]
if she ain’t got no rollie, she ain’t one of us
share her location with me and she does not fuss
she need some ecstasy to see her through the night
from lax, i just put that b-tch on a flight-flight (skeet-skeet)
bando 29, the ruger go skeet-skeet
one green light and that’s yo’ funeral, skeet-skeet
diamonds aquafina, call them aquafi-fi
ot, trappin’ out a b&b, skeet-skeet
you know i’m the n-gga made it filthy rich (rich)
lil’ london n-gga from the mud, can’t change that
i’m a bad friend [?]
percocets, percocets, [?] (yeah, yeah)

- fenix flexin

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