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- SimxSantana FLEXIN N' FLASHIN 歌词
- SimxSantana
- I put my foot on the gas,
Take off I cannot let these boys past me
Make a move and this scene gon get nasty
He get jammed since he wanna be flashy
Keep a shooter on deck tell him blast him
So you already know he gon blast him
Mario Bro smash him
He get hit wit that Glock if he black him
I hit that **** hold the neck
A chest shot will break out his back
Smoking **** in the back of the back
Gotta Glock wit a teck run the neck
It's no warning he talk he get stretched
Ion like when they talk out they neck
If we coming we coming correct
Nah If we coming we coming we straps Facts!
Bro throwing bullets he getting you picked off
Receive the pack like we just got the kick off
Shoutout to Yola yo Clifford thats Big Dog
Won’t **** ya ***** cuz she don't get my **** hard
Quick and spin right down ya block
No man should throw couple shots
Hit him up ain't talking 2Pac
Lift him up yes you can get rocked
I do my dance on that hoe
Throwing ones while she dance on the pole
I hit that **** on the low sike I hit that **** wit my bro
Kick her out that ***** gotta go
She gon make me late for my show
And she loving the way that I flow
I'm hot ***** drop n roll
Uh Get wit me I’m catching ****s from silly
They know I ride wit killas and them killas know why I get busy
Facts! It get wicked and they know I stay on my pivot
Make a move and I swear you gon miss it
Where he at? He swim wit da fishes
I'm in a trap wit a bad ***** get a pack
And we flip it no backflippin'
She doing tricks gymnastics
He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin'
My *****s spin it cause madness
All yall *****s ******* and caput
We when hit ya block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'
I'm in a trap wit a bad ***** get a pack
And we flip it no backflippin'
She doing tricks gymnastics
He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin'
My *****s spin it cause madness
All yall *****s ******* and caput
We when hit ya block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'
Step back get hit like a rocket Pop It
I'm smokin **** wit my partner
Feed up eating noodles no lobster
**** one ***** you can get shot up
Kee dog swing dreads no roster
My dog Meer still king Mufassa
Do my dance one a ***** witta choppa
Like a bike wit no breaks you can't stop us
Hol' up hol' up bro shoot that **** up they don't know us
Gotta Glock witta lazor come show up
Gotta shooter on deck witta pole tuck
Saw that ***** in person he froze up
Them hollows had lit that man soul up
Hit that **** by they neck and they know us
Smoking **** in the back of the rover
I'm in a trap wit a bad ***** get a pack
And we flip it no backflippin'
She doing tricks gymnastics
He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin'
My *****s spin it cause madness
All yall *****s ******* and caput
We when hit ya block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'
I'm in a trap wit a bad ***** get a pack
And we flip it no backflippin
She doing tricks gymnastics
He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin'
My *****s spin it cause madness
All yall *****s ******* and caput
We when hit ya block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'
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