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letra de can't stop flexin' - harvard & 3quinox

[intro: harvard]
to live, in a violent, h-llish, dystopia
aye, shark
(ha, ha)
long boy style
(ha, ha)
(ha)
(ha, ha ha)
(uh)
(yeah, ha ha)

[chorus: harvard]
yo’ b-tch, she givin’ kisses
all my songs they hits, no misses (nah)
light yo’ block up like its christmas (ha)
i just f-cked a b-tch from trenches (trenches)
all this lean up in my soda, got my fanta fizzin’
and i got a bad b-tch, yeah her name is kristen (bah)

[verse: harvard]
my wrist gon’ glisten
i got a patek sittin’
i shoot you once, i shoot you twice
b-tch, you know i’m hittin’
screamin’ “free, all the guys”
yeah, they in that prison
i’m gon’ bleed the body out
leave that b-tch ass hidden (hee, hee)
[verse: 3quinox]
my slime brought the body out
i was like “good riddance” (ah, ah)
all this mothaf-ckin’ water on my chain, i’m fishin’ (ah, ah ah)
i f-cked yo’ b-tch, i nutted in that b-tch without protection (uh)
i think i got some kind of problem
b-tch, i can’t stop flexin’
i can’t stop hittin’ yo’ b-tch line
and she cannot stop s-xtin’ (bee)
look up in the mirror
h-lla drip on my reflection (on my)
what the f-ck this broke ass boy doin’ up in my section? (up in my section)
they pulled up askin’ why he missin’
boy, don’t ask that question

[chorus: harvard & 870glizzy]
yo’ b-tch, she givin’ kisses
all my songs they hits, no misses (nah)
light yo’ block up like its christmas (ha)
i just f-cked a b-tch from trenches (trenches, yeah yeah)
all this lean up in my soda, got my fanta fizzin’ (bodies i can’t speak about)
and i got a bad b-tch, yeah her name is kristen (bah)

[verse: 870glizzy]
bo- bo- bodies i can’t speak about (bah)
clu- clutchin’, i can’t talk it out (breh, breh)
me and bro runnin’ plays on different routes (no)
key, that key glock, i’m on the paper route (on the road)
i can’t, i can’t, i- i- i can’t (breh)
i can’t stop this flexin’ n-gga (brrr)
this just what happen when you from the dirt (yeah)
finally gettin’ that cheddar n-gga (8- 8 sh-t)
glock, ain’t no beretta n-gga (grah)
switch on the back when i grip the trigger (brrrough)
knew that that boy was a b-tch (b-tch)
knew i could jug him the moment i met the n-gga (aye, come here)
like “gimme that sh-t” (hahahaha)
(ru- ru- run yo’ pockets, gimme guap)
play with the blues, n-gga get popped
that choppa start hittin’ like chrisean rock (breh, breh)
[chorus: harvard & 870glizzy]
yo’ b-tch, she givin’ kisses (yuh)
all my songs they hits, no misses (nah, yuh yuh)
light yo’ block up like its christmas (ha, ha)
i just f-cked a b-tch from trenches (trenches)
all this lean up in my soda, got my fanta fizzin’
and i got a bad b-tch, yeah her name is kristen (bah)

- harvard 3quinox

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