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flexin - dj holiday lyrics

[hook: stuey rock] (x4)
i’m flexing on ’em, i’m flexing on ’em, i’m flexing on ’em
i’m flexing on ’em, i’m flexing on ’em, i’m flexing on ’em like

[verse 1: meek mill]
i’m flexing on em’ i’m stepping on ’em
giuseppes on and them hoes love it
p-ssy n-gga try flexing on us
i’ll whoop your -ss like you stole something
ho be like can i hold something
i don’t let them hoes hold nothing
fake n-ggas wear fake chains with fake ice
that’s cold fronting
you don’t do it like me n-gga
you ain’t got to like me n-gga
got beef don’t talk just do it
get checked like nike n-gga
hundred k in my white t n-gga
make a movie like spike lee n-gga
if it weren’t for the rap then it’s back the trap
white girl like ice-t n-gga
popped a molly, she rolling
i’m sipping lean, slow motion
i’m high as f-ck but i’m swervin’
i’m flexing on ’em hulk hogan
and we loaded young rich n-ggas
we don’t f-ck with no b-tch n-ggas
prolly f-cking your b-tch n-gga
got a condo on my wrist n-gga like woah

[hook: stuey rock]

[verse 2: future]
i blast off in a sp-ce coup
i’m way fresher than a tie and suit
that girl head was so good
i had to nickname her snaggletooth
i’m awesome, i’m gnarly
i’m a rockstar, i’m way flyer than you
i’m keller, i’m bunguy, your girlfriend on my bullseye
i got to salute my plug, my plug he made me rich
i got to salute my homies, they turned up in this b-tch
a bunch of bad girls in the club tonight
they want to take a n-gga home
they want to go on that flight
i’m an astronaut and i’m an alien
and in this car with me is an immigrant
them two doors they lift up and that turbo that’s a robot
i’m leanin’, i’m leanin’, that drink taste like soda pop
holiday, you got a cl-ssic, no reebok

[hook: stuey rock]

[verse 3: t.i.]
i got mansions out in them hills boy
i count bills with them mils boy
what’s quarter mil for that -ss is
that bentley came with them wheels boy
got big chains with that vs1
war zone, we used to be at one
eastside north vietnam
if it’s a check out there we finna be at one
i put money in the duffel
tell the plug he can give me a couple
take it back to the trap make it double
i’m in the game for the love of the hustle
n0body out to get money do it better than i
with a bunch of bad b-tches and we traveling high
i’ve been the sh-t since grove park dougl-ss high
im from zone one bankhead, repping the side
when i’m hanging at the rack quarter mill on my neck
everywhere i go these b-tches be on my nuts
nah her booty ain’t big enough
you suckas don’t do sh-t big as us
you don’t like me get them millions up
otherwise i can’t hear you bruh
i said otherwise i can’t hear you bruh
what’d you say i can’t hear you bruh

[hook: stuey rock]

- dj holiday lyrics

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