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daboii flexin - fenix flexin lyrics

[intro]
(fu*fu*f*ck the other sh*t, we got milo on the beat)

[verse 1: daboii]
and i can’t even trust that boy if he won’t die for me
and how is he your mans when he a drama queen?
i told that b*tch keep her heart, i need her honesty
and n*gga, once you see that drakey, i got josh with me
and n*gga, when you see kenan, n*gga, kel there
they doin’ bad over there, they need welfare
i could never leave the north, [bs h*ll there?]
and if this sh*t too out your budget, take it elsewhere, ayy

[verse 2: fenix flexin]
i told that b*tch to keep her heart, where that bag at? (bag at)
i been poppin’ percocets like i got bad back (percs)
i been playin’ with them choppers like i’m mad max (b*tch)
we’ll turn this n*gga name into a hashtag (ba*baow)
i got heat with me like it’s cold out (it’s cold out)
and i heard the opps trippin’, so the pole’s out (b*tch)
yeah, i’m like a lil’ kid, i can’t go out (ooh)
hundred shots in the glock, i’m tryna show out (hundred shots)

[verse 3: daboii]
tired of you young hoes, where your mama at?
throw my name up in a song, he gettin’ shot for that
nerd tryna sell a scrat, he gettin’ robbed for strat
runtz in the wood, yeah, the obama pack
[verse 4: fenix flexin]
ayy, big glock and it got a b*n*r (glock)
n*gga, i want all the smoke, but i ain’t a stoner (pop)
n*gga, i be ’bout my dope like that n*gga homer (ooh)
i been touchin’ h*lla paper like i’m doin’ homework (cat)
ayy, hit that b*tton out a chopper fully (chopper fully)
oh, you mr. tough guy? i’m tryna pop a bully (pah)
ayy, put in work like i got a job (work)
shoot an opp in the leg like he cheddar bob (perc’)

[verse 5: daboii]
and when a n*gga didn’t have it, i was takin’ sh*t
and we can’t make it back to you, it wasn’t no way for n*gga
frt truck, i got sp*ce in it
had to cut the grass, i had snakes in it
i miss my n*ggas every day, we pourin’ liquor out
i wouldn’t pull up on that b*tch if she was in a route
when you deep up in these streets, it ain’t no gettin’ out
and when that p*ss’ warm as f*ck, it ain’t no whippin’ out (ooh)

[verse 6: fenix flexin & daboii]
when i was down bad, i was takin’ risks (i was takin’ risks)
she ain’t comin’ over ‘less she takin’ d*ck (ayy)
told her, “get it by yourself, i ain’t payin’ sh*t” (i ain’t payin’ sh*t)
they was happy on the ‘gram, i’m finna take his b*tch (nah, for real)
put these percs in your p*ssy, baby, take a trip (take a trip)
parked up on a opp block, finna take a p*ss (take a p*ss)
if we see ’em outside, then we bangin’ clips (b*tch)
when i let that chopper split, i’ma play a hit (pah, ayy)
it get tricky when that beef real (beef real)
these b*tches f*ckin’ for a check like i’m meek mill (like i’m meek mill)
yeah, i keep a glock with me, that my best friend (glock)
but lately, i been slidin’ with that f and n (uh, f*ck)
[verse 7: daboii]
and i can’t trust no n*gga with his hat turned
my b*tches up the glocky on me for my password
i can’t let her make me mad, this my last nerve
and b*tch, i been maskin’ up before the bad germs
b*tch, i been maskin’ up ‘fore the corona hit
i let y’all run off with the sauce, you n*ggas owe a pimp
i got them drugs in my body, takin’ opiates
and close the curtains on my neighbor, they the nosiest, b*tch

- fenix flexin lyrics

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