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Marty Baller
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Flex
Yeah, I see you nigga (Hello) Got me shitting on my ex, yeah
(Who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex (Now who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex Leave them pussy niggas wet, Marty know that they upset Man, I'm all about my checks, and I'm shitting on my ex Flex, flex, flex, flex (Who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex When I walk up on the scene, niggas staring at my jeans Doing shit you never seen, mask on, Halloween Flex, flex, flex, flex Flex, flex, flex, flex You don't know then I don't know, me, I'm all about my dough 'Bout to have another show, get my chips, I gotta go
Tryna cop a Porsche, tell me what it cost Wanna start it up, it sound like a horse Leave them niggas lost, and I'm on that sauce And I feel like Ross, know that I'm a boss Please don't get me drunk, I'd rather blow that skunk Know my bitch is bad, and she got a donk 'Marty put me on, you know I'm tryna spit' I just tell them niggas, 'come up with a hit' You know I'm with the shits, I'm too legit to quit When I have a show, bitches show they tits Stand up on the stage, they try to grab my dick Bitches want a pic, niggas want a pic
Flex, flex, flex, flex (Now who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Leave them pussy niggas wet, Marty know that they upset Man, I'm all about my checks, and I'm shitting on my ex Flex, flex, flex, flex Flex, flex, flex, flex When I walk up on the scene, niggas staring at my jeans Doing shit you never seen, mask on, Halloween Flex, flex, flex, flex Flex, flex, flex, flex You don't know then I don't know, me, I'm all about my dough 'Bout to have another show, get my chips, I gotta go
Man, I'm all about dough, fuck your bitch, I don't know She was loving my flow, she ain't paid for a show Starting to feel Al 'Po, money calling, I'll go Make it rain, I make it snow, count the money, watch it grow Still get it for the low, all the kush that I blow Backwoods with me, rolled, when I'm out on the road When I'm out on the road, yeah, I'm fucking your hoe When I'm fucking your hoe, got her touching her toes All this money that I blow, we could never keep it low Get my shit, I gotta go, sayonara, adios Let the dope be in the boats, bet I take her coast to coast All these bitches do the most, get the trips and then I'm ghost
Flex, flex, flex, flex (Now who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex Leave them pussy niggas wet, Marty know that they upset Man, I'm all about my checks, and I'm shitting on my ex
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