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Flex Freestyle #162 Lyrics - Artist : Lanez, Tory
Yeah, yeah, I liek how I sound though
Yeah the whole umbrella in here we here you know what's up Yeah, uh I feel good I might cop a cullinan next week Bro, I'm Finna... Look, uh I give my runners S5s with the Benzymes I'm big time and still will get mine off the quick dimes My chicks fine, wash the whip and suck dick fine And when she do 'em both it's like we all gettin' spit shined Label advance, I flick mine in my sick time Oh, you gettin' signed? I just did your deal 6 times 18.7 what I signed I'm 2 armed sliding in these women like a zipline This shit weird, flippin' the Yuris into 5th gear Gotta keep an extra chick here 'cause my chick queer In the rear if I see robin nigga stare he gon' hear the heat Chk like his teeth when it split the beard The shit severe, I'm the realest nigga here Chick with me ass so fat it'll fill up any chair It's like a barber, clippers coming with me yay wear The shit was tucked so the piff get puffed like Diddy there Chuck True enough y'all shooters don't do enough I fuck coochie like a porno movie I'm queuin' up Hoes say I'm cute as fuck, my jewels recruit a slut Coupe guts like the inside color of noodle cups You a tough guy? Me? Never But the orangutans that I hang with They bang bang like Chief Keef sent 'em But only we sent 'em We threw slugs to that thug that ran'd off on the plug Had to re-send em I go get it hustling jewels gon' get encrusted I drove weight state to state like go 'head and touch it I chiropractic, stacks had to get adjusted Busting 2 packs out the fan like Poetic Justice Fuck it, hatin' me last year was last year On Twitter, "Oh, he cancelled," now I'm back here Double stacked, the Rolls Royce smothered in cashmere A mean rookie, I'm seeing pussy like it's a pat smear My last chick damn new nigga a doodie He couldn't see me like a magician with tricks in his sleeve But see me, my pet peeve more bricks or a ki Your block dead like I put your street pic on a tee In memory of, all y'all pretend to be thugs The love that I spit slugs like the center-view bug Remember me, Cuz? Wilder than my enemies was I blow like it's GoldenEye with proximity plugs Yo gimme some love, I know y'all niggas secretly hate me I got hoes eager to date me to eat and then rate me Tuckin' green paper deep in Versace How you schemin' to play me? Know you sweeter than a peach or a pastry Pull the heater faster than a wild cheetah can race me The weed smell like velveeta cheese, squeezin' the bakery Same seemer but I prolly need the keys to the 'Cedes Got the beamer but the AMG 63 is my baby I'm sayin', J on the side, bae I'ma slide She ate the beef and waited for the hot mayo inside My cock get dry she stop by, can't go inside 'Cause my other chick in the crib and y'all may coincide I spit facts and I give it up Erry chick I fuck know my dick big enough to pick Lizzo up Me send a dick pic for what? Bitch, give it up My money knots got doctors to stitch it up And my chick thick as fuck, look at her ass I discount it if you bookin' with cash I spend nights front that pot with that white like I'm cookin' the mash My rookie passed past when I past, cookin' a half I'm ballin' like a yuro step with no look in the past My chick ass heavy as some textbooks in the bag I'm so crook, you so shook, but hoes lookin' to smash I dress good, my check book is what it took her to smash But I ain't trickin', she aware of that But I still hit 'cause the chick thick as Kylie Jenner's lips 6 years back When Kellz keep the burner and you know King clap Feelin' like a dyke with all this height around the leg strap They hate that I'm lurkin', they say that I'm workin' I sold bags of white tighter than Arabian turbans Y'all clowns like them niggas that parade in your circus The pack get scratched like scraping off the paint on the surface I'm sayin', Canadian born, America thanks We nothin' there if we comparing the banks We can shoot the fade and recoup but the loser gotta stare at the ranks 'Cause all my shooters do is bust it like they Erika Banks I'm saying may I ask you why you gave this nigga 2 straps? We got steppers like the living room mats Niggas try to play me shit was too cap So brrat, bitch, I'm back Shout go out to "SKAT," shout out to DaBaby Roddy Ricch, and Lil Baby, huh What I'm 'bout to say is gon' sound a little crazy But it's true so don't flame me Y'all all would've got y'all awards if they never framed me I'm waist deep like Game in that seed plant crazy Can't sleep the pain in my dreams goin' crazy Wolf the wall in the street I'm more Scor XXX Sese Put my balls in her cheek, that's how you play face I'm fresh in assurance, but that's not to mention appearance I keep a Flo like Progressive insurance And my Leprechaun bundles is gettin' em dummy high I sold 5 in 25s from 25 My blocks sell from age 12 into 25 Nigga, fuck the Gram, it's the grams I'm already live I watch shenanigans Louis jacket on me like I snatched it off a mannequin I'm back and they panickin' I might go to Mandolin Take a bitch to Ritalin Louis diamond pegs look like eggs on me scramblin' I say the fronts, I smoke like 8 blunts I just fled, I was gettin' more head than lace fronts Y'all can say what you want but I body the rim Got 2 Ks in the crib like I'm Kanye and Kim, come on How many lines is gon' come off my medulla? I'm so rich I come to studios with my jewelers Niggas talkin' crazy but I'm comin' with the rulers Like a math teacher, I'm back, features with the back features My nigga Kellz, he got them bag features We comin' through with 25s, I got a... 35, come back with them dirty fyes Niggas talkin' crazy, but I had to give it to them wives... |
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