- Flex (feat. Travis Porter, Slim Dunkin & D-Bo) 歌詞 Waka Flocka Flame
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- Waka Flocka Flame Flex (feat. Travis Porter, Slim Dunkin & D-Bo) 歌詞
- Waka Flocka Flame
- Im flexin Im flexin
Im chillin in our sessions
Im in my private section
Give me pussy then Im sexin
Im flexin Im flexin
What she know bout flexin
Might pull up to the Weston and hella girl undressin
Ive this ice on me but my heart cold
Im a real motherf**ker check my bar code
In the strip club prolly at the blue fline
Scratches on the whip a Mini coup
Okay I stepped up from the scene super clean
Got a 50 in my jeans
Screamin money aint a thing
A vilt full of bottles
Got some models and some bitches
Man Im just a young
Checked up in the club ballin stacks up
Okay Im standing on the bar and all the girls starin
And my chain costs a Ferrari
And my wrist costs a McLaren
Well be sayin flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man I bought a half a pill
Then we ran straight through it
What we doin
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Okay all I know it flexes you
Some different check you more
Shorty cant hit the whip
I need a astro blow
Spare tier in the trunk
Ride with an extra shot
Spend your red money at that Benihana restaurant
Gucci low Polo diamond dancing go go
Whole squad flexin like army have my logo
Karate kickin dojo
Paparazzi photo
Aggravated flexin plain Nolo
We against bein broke
Dirt Gang protest
We gon spend harder than the mob bow flex
On this shit period contest
Waterfall money in the club
Got your how with
Okay Im standing on the bar and all the girls starin
And my chain costs a Ferrari
And my wrist costs a McLaren
Well be sayin flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man I bought a half a pill
Then we ran straight through it
What we doin Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Came to the club sevin chains doin too much
Ferrari Rary fay Waka Flocka flexed up
All dogs really spend it cool
Two crowds for my haters throw your gropes on
White Remy Martin but we buy by the case long
Smoke back to back in our Rollie and eyes closed
Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go
He know she know Ill be flexin
All this Remy Martin
I might mix it with some Rosay
Heavy rotation on the radio you get no play
Ball ball ball ball ball ball go and get it
Dream about it all weekend
Flex
Okay Im standing on the bar and all the girls starin
And my chain costs a Ferrari
And my wrist costs a McLaren
Well be sayin flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man I bought a half a pill then we ran straight through it
What we doin
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
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