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Lyrics of Flex On Em by Pabloskywalkin
All These Bandz On Me I Can′t Fucking Move
All These Bandz On Me I Can't Fucking Move
All These Bandz On Me I Can′t Fucking Move
Where My Louie Go I Spent It On My Shoes
My Body Get It Chilly, When I Rock My Jewels
I Be Looking Like A Dolphin In These Yellow Tru's
Baby I Can't Dance, But My Diamonds Can
So Many Frankin′s In My Pocket, Bust The Rubber Bandz
Chillin On A Fifth I Think I′m Bro-Man
If I Can't Fuck Yo Bitch, Then My Brother Can
My Main Girl Said She Don′t Go With Me
I Don't Give A Fuck I Got All Kind Of Hoes
White Pradas Black Shoe Strings, These Bitches Looking Like Dominoes
Might Catch A Cold, Cause My Wrist Froze
I Hit Her Once, Then We Switch Hoes Ya′ll Switch Things, Switch Jeans
I Been Handcuffed Since I Was 16
In A Gucci Tee, And It's Kinda Tight Rat Bitch, Say I′m Dressing White
Just Mad She Ain't Spend The Night Tell Her Head First,
Then She Get The Pipe Bye Bye You Gotta Leave Ho,
Buffed Up Like Deebo Any Nigga Try To Rob Me,
He A Jackass Like Steve-O
If I Don't Like That Nigga, I′m Gone Flex On Him
These Hoes Ain′t Shit, I Don't Stress On ′Em
Tru Religion Fit, I Feel Blessed On 'Em
Ima Shit On These Niggas, Make A Mess On ′Em
All My Belts And My Shoes Got The F's On ′Em
If I Don't Like That Nigga I'm Gone Flex On Him
If I Don′t Like That Bitch I′m Gone Flex On Her
These Louie Sneakers, Bitch Cum Play Chess On 'Em
White Girl Tryna Smoke Me One With A Choosin Bitch, And I′m The Chosen One
Give Ya'll Niggas The Gucci Watch, On My Left Wrist Is The Frozen One
All These Louie Shoe Boxes, I Don′t Know What Color Let Me Open One
Riding Around In This Rolex, Hoes Tweeting Me It's That Over Ton
That′s No Lie, Circle Tighter Then A Bow Tie
I'm High Ass Hell, Love Gucci Belts No YSL
With A Model Bitch, And She Shy Ass Hell
She Don't Speak, But She Screams Loud When You Hitten Deep
If You Don′t Work, You Don′t Eat
Niggas Starving Like Marvin, See More Green Nigga Then It's Sparking
Like Barking, Funny Guy Like Martin
If The Blunt Rolled, Then I Spark It Yeah That Shit Rolled, Then I Spark It
My Bitch Mad Cause I′m High Again, Her Legs Spread And I'm Diving In
No Peek-A-Boo Diamonds Yellow Like Pikachu, Louie Frames What I′m Peeking Through
If I Don't Like That Nigga, I′m Gone Flex On Him
These Hoes Ain't Shit I Don't Stress On ′Em
Tru Religion Fit, I Feel Blessed On ′Em
Ima Shit On These Niggas Make A Mess On 'Em
All My Belts And My Shoes Got The F′s On 'Em
If I Don′t Like That Nigga, I'm Gone Flex On Him
If I Don′t Like That Bitch I'm Gone Flex On Her
These Louie Snearkers, Bitch Cum Play Chess On 'Em
Writer(s): Reiss Nicholas, Silvano Stuurman, Narjes Fawaz
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Born Rich
Album • 2013 • 10 tracks
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