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letra de flex - nines

[intro]
(hahahaha, the young nav michael)

[chorus: northsidebenji]
these n-ggas claim that they f-ck with me (no)
look young and paid with these stacks on me
i never used to get it, came up off road
so i had to get it on my own
oh sh-t, run a cheque, yeah
oh sh-t, it’s a flex, yeah
is it the rollie or the patek? nah
i need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: nines]
“nines, how you still flippin’ haze?”
i ain’t grinding, this sh-t sells itself like my triple a’s
all this weed, we ain’t runnin’ out of flavours
their re-up’s in the post and mine’s is coming in containers, uh
i was gonna bring him in, help him do a grow
coulda been in crop circle on our ufo
my little n-gga lost a nina, that ain’t a loss to nina
fam, i had a hundred birds stuck in costa rica
i just copped a thousand rounds for the glock
can’t find your yard? i’ll spray up every house on your block
it ain’t back, fam, these packs got me up, the gamble on
accumulators, i do bets on the back of a truck, uh
them pagans are broke, ice city’s wavier
told the jeweller “flood the ring like wrestlemania”
you wanna hear somethin’ crazier?
my n-gga made 900k off a brick in australia

[chorus: northsidebenji]
these n-ggas claim that they f-ck with me (no)
look young and paid with these stacks on me
i never used to get it, came up off road
so i had to get it on my own
oh sh-t, run a cheque, yeah
oh sh-t, it’s a flex, yeah
is it the rollie or the patek? nah
i need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (yeah)

[verse 2: reid b2wn]
see, no more rollie, gold patek, yeah, yeah, yeah
f-ck the fame, i came for respect, yeah, yeah, yeah
i don’t need n0body say i’m next, nah
see, i get love up in the east, up in the west though
no love for these fed hoes
i’m just tryna touch all this paper like i’m on nest though
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout no hater, that’s what this vest for
she say that she love me, xoxo
but she can’t even hug me, i’m so special
i try to leave but i can’t let go
somethin’ bout these streets got it feelin’ like my next home
these fedarales got me switchin’ to my next phone
i can’t love no more, word to my ex hoe
i don’t do the club, oh no, tryna invest more
see, my n-gga got the g2c, it got the red glow
i just sold the next two keys right off this encro
yo’ sh-t sells slow, my sh-t tesco (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: northsidebenji]
these n-ggas claim that they f-ck with me (no)
look young and paid with these stacks on me
i never used to get it, came up off road
so i had to get it on my own
oh sh-t, run a cheque, yeah
oh sh-t, it’s a flex, yeah
is it the rollie or the patek? nah
i need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- nines

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