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letra de everyday flex - spring jumpy

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[patrick star: talking on phone]
is this the krusty krab?
no this is patrick

[intro: spring jumpy & kid ocean]
aye aye aye aye, yea
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
(ocean!)
yea, okay
(everyday i flex, everyday i flex)

chorus:
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
young n-gga in this (ayeee) popping all these checks
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
young n-gga in this (ayeee) popping all these checks

verse 1:
popping off, popping off just like all my bands aye
hit them folks, milly rock but i do not dance aye
all these bars, all this sauce put y’all in a trance aye
i be popping all these tags, you popping em xans aye
came up to me talking sh-t like i am your man’s aye
you say yes, i say oui but i’m not from france aye
i stay blowing all this cash but i ain’t no fan aye
you be always talking sh-t, then hit me plans aye
i told y’all if you sleep you won’t wake up
hidden in the deep like you using make up aye
listen to that true sh-t, screw that fake stuff (nahhhhh)
smoking all these n-ggas like it be a laced blunt aye
got that wordplay like i scanned the dictionary aye
watch me play all these hoes like it’s pictionary (skrrr)
i be milking that cash cow, ain’t talking bout dairy
hit you with that bibidi babidi buu, ain’t talking bout no fairy (aye aye yuh)

chorus:
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
young n-gga in this (ayeee) popping all these checks
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
y’all know it, y’all know it
everyday i flex aye
young n-gga in this (ayeee) popping all these checks

verse 2:
round two but i ain’t talking no street fighter
i pull up with that heat, d-mn! where’s my lighter?
mans always on that grind pulling them all nighters
i write this all on my own i ain’t need ghost writers
writing bars when i’m bored i mean writing hits (aye)
i ain’t never do no drugs, i ain’t hit me no l!cks (aye)
i be spitting all them bars like i’m h-lla sick (aye)
pull up with my skateboard, i do h-lla tricks (aye)
y’all thought you could play me? man this ain’t a game
what am i saying
i go crazy on these mentals just like i’m a super saiyan
got that sauce, got that sauce
d-mn you know i be on drip
got this sauce, all this sauce
spring jumpy is h-lla lit
gang gang!

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