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1,2,3,4 - fenix flexin lyrics

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[intro]
(fbeat go crazy)
ay, b*tch (i got bands on me)
lay a n*gga down if he put his hands on me
we don’t kick it with no squares, we do with hams only
(fbeat producing all the heat)

[verse 1]
4*5 for the glock, my stack so big that i might whip a bands pot
she a thot, baby girl i want the top
i might beat that thing down, but i ain’t finna eat the box
baby listen, i’m some top notch pimp
so when you in my presence don’t you talk, just listen
i got (?) for weeks and i got freaks for geeks
you be payin’ for that p*ssy, i be hittin’ it free
n*gga, on a scale of 1 to 10 of being broke, you a 10 n*gga, don’t pretend n*gga
told a baby go ahead and use your throat when i’m in, n*gga
(?)
told me she a athlete, spread them ass cheeks (them ass cheeks)
when i lapsе in that p*ssy like a track meet
but if we bein’ honеst, it ain’t money don’t attract me
(?) she almost trap me
we go chase a n*gga down like a taxi
brodie wanna shot him, all i tryinna do (?)
you ain’t that n*gga that you was
(?)
i don’t get it
you n*ggas trippin’
walk around with that 40 on me, n*gga yeah it’s tucking true religion
[chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4 high for the low then i’m f*ckin’ on yo hoe
5, 6, 7, 8 imma break a b*tch, you gon’ take her on a date (you gon’ date)
8, 9, 10, 11 bands on your head, my lil n*gga trynna get them
ay, and i don’t f*ck with 12, i keep that hammer on me, i get a n*gga nailed (brr*r*r)

[verse 2]
got a ball up in your court, n*gga game time (game time)
ain’t no room for hesitation, imma bang mine
you ever smacked a 4 and 4 percs at the same time
we’ll do this n*gga h*lla weird if he ain’t slime
cought him on the innerstate imma still blow it (on my momma)
hoppin’ out a foreign whips with a steel showing
7 years ago was when i broke her and she still hoein’ (it’s crazy)
n*gga mad ’cause lil baby out here tip*toein’ (tip*toein’)
no matter where we at, you see that stick poking
i just spent some n*gga’ h*llcat up on rick owens
baby girl don’t get it square, i ain’t nick jonas (nick jonas)
n*gga thought this sh*t was funny games, ’til that b*tch blowin’
ou*e, baby choose me for the huge feet
if she really get that bag right, i buy her new t**th
yeah, i ain’t your average rapper, i crash house
speakin’ on my name, he get shot, f*ck a pack out

[chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4 high for the low then i’m f*ckin’ on yo hoe
5, 6, 7, 8 imma break a b*tch, you gon’ take her on a date (you gon’ date)
8, 9, 10, 11 bands on your head, my lil n*gga trynna get them
ay, and i don’t f*ck with 12, i keep that hammer on me, i get a n*gga nailed (brr*r*r)
[outro]
(fbeat producing all the heat)

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