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letra de no flex (remix) - rossy

[intro]
hey, rossy

[verse 1: t-bone]
i don’t gotta flex
there ain’t no chains that gon’ hang round my neck
yuh, i ain’t been slanging but still running checks
i’m running these other dudes straight into debt
now i’m gonna collect, bet
if they don’t got the dough then their face and my fist get to know
docie do
yeah, they gonna connect
i may steal their b-tch
and if so then she gon’ genuflect
and pay her respects
so hop off my d-ck
don’t need no diamonds on wrist
and no nice fit
to slide into the cl-t
i’m just here to spit
on the mic or a dyk- type b-tch
and if you tryna fight, i go mike tyson
i’ll be knocking yo -ss on the muhf-cking curb
and then sicking the boys when i’m giving the word
i’ll f-ck over whoever, got no self-concern
so please do not try me
i don’t play nicely
i’m not here playing dress-up with the brands
i’m hunting for coochie and runnin’ up bands
if you gotta problem, you catching these hands
you dense -ss b-tch, prolly don’t understand
where is yo mans?
oh, sh-t i forgot
i done got that boy clocked out up at the lot
left his body to rot
now he probably gone
yeah, he up with god
oh, sh-t wait
nah, man
he down in h-ll
you better get on man
or you go as well
send my regards
postcard in the mail
i ‘gon start my sh-t
they’ll be parting to bail
pardon my french
but y’all just some b-tches
talking yo sh-t
and then flaunting yo riches
i give no f-cks
i’m just here for the business
f-cking it up
and then leaving no witness
on god
i ain’t been f-cking with broads
just to say that i slay
i just do what i want
and man i don’t get paid
but hey that’s ok
i ain’t here to go flex
i’m just spraying the flames on the daily
f-ck what they saying
yeah it do not phase me
you place your value on chains and mercedes
i just place value on sh-t that ‘gon make me good
making me feel just the way that i should
that’s word to my friends and that’s word to the hook
yeah i ain’t gon flex just for likes and the looks
i’m just messing with syllables, getting y’all shook
i’m leaving ‘em dead til the feds gonna book me
i ain’t ‘gon fess up for nothing, no cookie
only blinded by the booty and p-ssy
i ain’t chasing clout, i’m just tryna play hookie, yeah

[verse 2: ymn]
shotgun until you just f-ck out my face
i been at this sh-t since day one like a race
i think they don’t like me but i get my ways
you stealing my thunder you copy and paste

where are the f-ck are your manners, hah
you f-ck that b-tch she don’t matter, hey
she kinda thick like cake batter, aye
i climb that sh-t with a ladder, yeah

you think that it’s funny
grabbing your hundreds and flexin’ ur hunnies
b-tch on your waist, you bucktooth like bugs bunny
keep buying your flows with all your money

f-ck on this sh-t
i keep on attacking you know that you’ll split
if not then your throat will be slit
i don’t care if they call me a f-cking misfit

[outro]
bye, rossy

- rossy

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