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Flex Lyrics - Artist : Playboi Carti
[Playboi Carti:]
All of these bitches, they're mad, oh All of these niggas, they're mad, oh All of these bitches, they're mad, oh All of these niggas, they're mad, oh I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh Oh, oh, walk with a bag, oh Sad, oh, sad, oh, mad, oh All of these niggas, they're mad, oh All of these niggas, they're mad, oh Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy I flex on that boy with the bag, oh Ice on my neck and my mama like, "Boy Where you get all of that cash?" I got the bag, oh, ice on my wrist Mama like, "Where you get this?" I got a sad boo, gave her a brick Then I gave her a lil' kiss, oh Yeah, I rock out in the 6, 6 But nigga, we fire, we split I'm takin' your shit, you college kid, oh We really be poppin' shit, oh I hit a lick, no kid, oh I had a lick but no bit, oh She suck me up like a tick, oh Damn my weed smell like a pick, oh He do that talk and he simp, oh Damn that lil' got a lil' thick, oh I told that bitch to come in I told that bitch to come in All of these bitches, they're mad, oh All of these niggas, they're mad, oh All of these bitches, they're mad, oh All of these niggas, they're mad, oh I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh Oh, oh, walk with a bag, oh Sad, oh, sad, oh, mad, oh All of these niggas, they're mad, oh All of these niggas, they're mad, oh Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy I flex on that boy with the bag, oh Ice on my neck and my mama like, "Boy Where you get all of that cash?" Yeah, who the fuck is you talkin' to, nigga? The fuck you think this is? You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you're a fuckin' playboy? Nigga you ain't a fuckin' playboy, nigga, you ain't nothin', nigga. Fuck outta here, Carti, fuck outta here. Don't call my phone with that shit, my nigga. Real mad, nigga I don't ever get mad. This nigga trippin' Is you mad, or what? Is you mad or what? [Leven Kali:] Girl that's bad for us Say you mad for once Said she had enough Girl that's bad for us She came back for once Yeah it's probably done She gon' back it up I'm gonna spaz for us Girl that's bad for us Say you mad for once Said she had enough Girl that's bad for us [Playboi Carti:] I guess you're not feelin' me Not feelin' the energy Baby girl, we can do plan A Baby girl, we can do plan B, oh I walk in that bitch, they playin' my shit Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss Mwah, oh, I got that deuce in the coupe Got a white bitch like YesJulz All of my niggas, they fool Look at that boy, look at his jewels All of my niggas, they're bool Lil' bitch, bleed in the booth Oh, these niggas, they lookin' like who Oh, Cash, Cash, Cash My outfit just made the front page Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yah Oh, your ho gettin' laid Yeah, ayy, she might come in late I heard that your nigga Atlanta I heard that your nigga Atlanta I heard that your nigga Atlanta Yo, might sing on a bitch Ayy, might sing on this shit Might sing on a bitch I might just sing on this shit I might just sing on this shit I might just sing on this shit I might just sing on this shit |
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