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channel 5 - fenix flexin lyrics

[intro: fenix flexin]
ay, ay ay b*tch!
n*gga, f*ck the ops really tryna wreck ’em
ay, 100k i’m fasho havin’
ay ay, n*gga oouuh!

[verse 1 * fenix flexin]
i heard you f*ckin wit’ ’em suckas, n*gga not me (not me)
i see you sippin’ fake drank, n*gga not me (not me)
oh, you poppin’ fake percs, n*gga not me (i can never)
f&n’s, 40 glocks, we the glock team (the glock team)
fully automatic chops like the swat team (swat team)
we be sellin’ dark liquor but it’s not lean (heroine)
if we beefin’ n*gga get up on that field (aye)
we ain’t throwin’ punches, boy we playin’ with that steel (that steel)
aye, play with me i’ma take a life
double back on them, if we gon’ do it we gon’ do it right
double strap on them, if i ain’t got it i’ma use a knife (b*tch)
drop a bag on them, i had my shooters shoot tonight
i remember i was h*lla broke [?]
all these n*ggas talkin’ ’bout they pimpin’ when them all the same
you ain’t even got beef, why you gotta pour (gotta pour)
glock 40, 50 round drum play sum’ rock and roll (rock and roll)
aye, i get that work, step on it (step on it)
i put this d*ck up on my pants, she put that neck on it (that neck on it)
i see a young n*gga, yeah he broke i’m finna flex on him (p*ssy)
i caught the opps at the light, yeah i’ma put this tec on ’em
back in august i caught a body like i’m jada pinkett (jada pinkett)
n*gga you ain’t talkin’ money, tell me why you speakin’ (why you speakin’)
ran the pistols in the club, so i had to sneak it (shhhh)
n*gga, i just bought a [?], she knew she had to drink it (had to drink it)
yeah, i keep my eyes open like i’m not blinkin’ (not blinkin’)
we put his brain up on his lap, now we not thinkin’
f&n fully loaded on that block creepin’ (on that block creepin’)
n*gga we just did a drillin’ got my heart beatin’ (got my heart beatin’)
channel five, we the newest team (channel five)
i just bought a choppa, fully auto with a new beam
i just f*cked this b*tch, she poppin’ perc we tryin’ new things (tryin’ new things)
i just went and spent some couple thousands on some new jeans (on some new jeans)
lil baby she a dog, i’m a dog too (i’m a dog too)
dog sh*t, 50k and they all blues (hunnids)
n*gga we gon’ have the score, we don’t call thru’s (call thru’s)
when i see ’em out in the public, they be all cool (b*tches)
[verse 2 * mac j]
n*ggas f*ck with suckas like they can’t care (on god)
off the porch to the water like a lake there (on god)
when the smoke i’ma hit it like i can’t share
catch a opp, hit his soul ’til he ain’t there (get him out of here)
yeah, b*tch i go bezerk (go bezerk)
i ain’t got 9*5, but i go to work (i go to work)
i feel like a new born with my [?] on
before i let you know, the gang let you know the dirt (aye)
i’ma pop a perc and go to the moon (to the moon)
you can’t even meet me there if you off the ‘shroom (off the ‘shroom)
aye, before i break a b*tch i done breakin’ the rules
the glock soundin’ a chop got a sucker few
aye, that’s a switch on it (switch)
i pull up with your b*tch, let her kiss on it (with your b*tch)
everytime they drop a tape it’s a diss on it (it’s a diss)
that’s why i’m at your homie grave finna p*ss on it
i tell ’em free the gang ’cause i miss ’em bad (bad)
another opp talkin’ sh*t put him on the tab (what)
this bris then you die, n*gga that’s easy math
i break a n*gga down, like he used to be a glass (get him out of here)

- fenix flexin lyrics

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