letra de flexin - ysn jayo
[intro]
{?], these n-ggas sound crazy
[chorus]
average people hatin’ on me, because i’m flexin’
i just want the paper kapeesh, i’m never restin’
i be posted up and [?] like all my blessings
you think that i’m lackin’ b-tch you see i got my fn
run yo’ pockets, hand ’em to me, my haters pressin’
gorillas out the mud wit’ the beam, my [?] on stretchin’
they gon’ pull up, shoot up the scene, as i be restin’
uncles [?] the mud with the beam, how i be steppin’
[verse 1]
she want me as her daddy
lil’ b-tch i don’t want kids
i’ma come over and hit it then for now we’ll just be friends
i been tappin’ in the vault and droppin’ ’cause i want my m’s
flow just told me i’m the goat i just told him he the man
i just flipped my money, stacked some profit, then i do my dance
i been told you a hot lil’ youngin, should’ve brought yo’ fans
swear that i am bringin’ heaters so you might just get a ten
i’ma do this f-ckin’ music sh-t until my name is send
[chorus]
average people hatin’ on me, because i’m flexin’
i just want the paper kapeesh, i’m never restin’
i be posted up and [?] like all my blessings
you think that i’m lackin’ b-tch you see i got my fn
run yo’ pockets, hand ’em to me, my haters pressin’
gorillas out the mud wit’ the beam, my [?] on stretchin’
they gon’ pull up, shoot up the scene, as i be restin’
uncles [?] the mud with the beam, how i be steppin’
[verse 2]
gotta stretch it, b-tches cased closed, runnin’ plays like usain bolt
i’m finally out them chains though, i was feeling like jango
my [?] dropped a [?], she prayin’, sayin’ i can’t go
’cause i was used to totin’ sh-t, droppin’ sh-t from all angles
suckin’ my d-ck, b-tch strangle, pullin’ her hair it’s tangled
poppin’ we ain’t the same though, white on my feet some fazos
youngest dripper i’m coppin’ sh-t, rockin’ sh-t for the day glow
money risin’ in profit, i got it won’t feel the same though
[chorus]
average people hatin’ on me, because i’m flexin’
i just want the paper kapeesh, i’m never restin’
i be posted up and [?] like all my blessings
you think that i’m lackin’ b-tch you see i got my fn
run yo’ pockets, hand ’em to me, my haters pressin’
gorillas out the mud wit’ the beam, my [?] on stretchin’
they gon’ pull up, shoot up the scene, as i be restin’
uncles [?] the mud with the beam, how i be steppin’
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