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back to tha hotel - fenix flexin lyrics

[intro: fenix flexin]
r.i.p. my n*gga suede, n*gga
look around, ain’t hard to tell we gettin’ paid, n*gga
(f*ck the other sh*t, we got milo on the beat)
on my mama

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
when i walk up in the spot, b*tches stop and look (b*tches stop and look)
we seen his addy on the ‘gram, now we poppin’ up (now we poppin’ up)
with that chopper, i can turn a pit into a pup (brrt)
i ain’t even wanna do it, but he actin’ tough (n*gga)
should’ve ate some lucky charms, now you out of luck (on my mama)
put that n*gga on a charm, now his n*gga shook (now his n*gga shook)
she gon’ open up that p*ssy like i grabbed a book (she gon’ open up)
rollin’ ‘woods back to back, n*ggas h*lla cooked (n*ggas cooked)
she feelin’ choosy, actin’ boozy, you gon’ pay or what? (you gon’ pay or what?)
brodie rollin’ up an opp, told him flame it up (told him flame it)
i was f*ckin’ on his b*tch, now they makin’ up (can you blame me?)
i ain’t trippin’, on some pimpin’, shе ain’t make the cut (on my mama)
huh, ayy, i get a lot of racks (gеt a lot of racks)
she unfollowed, then she followed like i’ll follow back (she a weirdo)
first rule to f*ckin’ with me, don’t you get attached (on my mama)
saks fifth, i got the glocky in the louis bag (ayy, you know it’s on me)
true religion with the christians while i do a dish (while i do a dish)
she did the is, i’m feelin’ choosy, that’s my new addiction (she d*ck)
she want attention, i want dollars, assume your position (b*tch)
hit the telly, four b*tches and two of them kissin’ (telly)
[chorus: fenix flexin]
(i got ’em kissin’)
hit the telly, four b*tches and two of them kissin’ (huh)
(not to mention, b*tch)
if you hop up in this whip, we doin’ a mission (brrt)
(gettin’ gone, ayy, ayy)
hit a l!ck, count it up, we doin’ addition (crazy, b)
all that dissin’ on the ‘gram, we leavin’ ’em missin’ (boom, boom)

[verse 2: moneysign suede]
they wasn’t with me, now they hit my telly
i ain’t goin’ on a mission with you if i don’t i see you out my celly
n*gga, poppin’ out
she want the d*ck up in her belly, n*gga, poppin’ out
just came from peanut b*tter and jellies
i’m always on the road, i’m always ready
lately i been stuck, i been spinnin’ off the henny
b*tches came through, said these n*ggas wanna get me
they wanna get me ‘fore i hop inside a bentley
they wanna get me ‘fore i hop inside a bentley
b*tches came through, said these n*ggas wanna get me

[bridge: fenix flexin]
r.i.p. my n*gga suede, n*gga
gone but not forgotten, real joint up in the city, you know?
real trophy sh*t, b*tch, you dig?
ayy, ayy
[chorus: fenix flexin]
(i got ’em kissin’)
hit the telly, four b*tches and two of them kissin’ (huh)
(not to mention, b*tch)
if you hop up in this whip, we doin’ a mission (brrt)
(gettin’ gone, ayy, ayy)
hit a l!ck, count it up, we doin’ addition (crazy)
all that dissin’ on the ‘gram, we leavin’ ’em missin’ (boom, boom)

- fenix flexin lyrics

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