Sosa
Flex
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Aye If your boyfriend wanna be like tell him get on his grind Telling lies to her ears do this shit all the time She ain’t never finna leave me I was too hard to find Always played a nigga close because she knew I’d shine Top down when I’m sliding who the f*ck I was ducking? Before I lie and say I love her I won’t tell that hoe nothing Catching blessings from the 2nd to the 31st Let the paper touch ‘em I don’t do the dirty work (Shhh) Shorty stuck up on that block the way the chef play the kitchen I tried to tell her I’m her blessing she ain’t motherfucking listen Stupid ass You gotta learn to take directions when a player talking I don’t say it often Aye pull up scrape the curb yeah The fendi cool but Gucci snakes what I preferred yeah Oh I fell off I ain’t the same that’s what you heard yeah? How you explain this? I’m H U N I T for life still on that gang shit At round tables with the bosses tryna keep shit in order A hundred dollar glass of wine this shit more pure than your water I’m quick to show a hoe the door she do some shit I don’t like Aye what’s the realest shit you wrote? Shit I don’t know I don’t write Took 50 thousand out the bank and went to grab me a Cat The hardest nigga in this shit and that ain’t cap it’s a fact You only got behind the mic to catch a lick I can tell You took your bitch to Michael Kors I take my hoes to Chanel If your boyfriend wanna be like me tell him get on his grind Telling lies to her ears I do this shit all the time She ain’t never finna leave me I was too hard to find Always played a nigga close because she knew I’d shine Top down when I’m sliding who the f*ck I was ducking? Before I lie and say I love her I won’t tell that ho nothing Catching blessings from the 2nd to the 31st Let the paper touch ‘em I don’t do the dirty work Aye I’m getting sitchy in my Benz nigga Gucci glasses she gon lick me ‘cause my lens nigga At Doubletree bitch I’m with Brittany and her friends Keisha keep on calling I’m gone link with her at like 10 Aye, real certified sniper catch a bitch from the roof I’m spitting crack I hit the stu and chopped a brick from the booth We was verified way before that twitter shit Let her hit the mall with me I ain’t get her shit Aye, I give it kisses I ain’t telling Put me against the test of time I ain’t failing I put some Loubs on that bitch I dropped a bag on her And you can’t touch her if you broke she got a tag on her I’m starting to feel it fall apart that’s how I know imma win If I don’t like her but she thick don’t give no f*ck I pretend 100 Racks inside the mattress at the condo A king nigga so I know exactly what LeBron know
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Written by: Devontae Washington
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