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dat part - fenix flexin lyrics

[intro]
(fbeat go crazy)
ayy, ayy, fbeat go crazy, huh
back flexin, n*gga
we ain’t come to play, we came to stay, you hear me?
(fbeat producin’ all the heat)

[verse 1]
i don’t want the b*tch, n*gga, you can keep her (bop)
that thooter bop b*tch, she a f*cking tweaker (b*tch)
hit that b*tch one night, it was nice to meet her (huh)
i’ll turn a meet and greet to a meet and skeeter (ooh)
i’m a bad b*tch f*cker, you a meat beater (he a meat beater)
huh, it couldn’t beat me (n*gga, never)
i be doing all the sh*t you see on tv (see on tv)
20k for a verse, i ain’t doing any freebies (ain’t no freebies)
i don’t like the way thеse n*ggas move (watch ’em)
brodiе clutching on that pistol, any sudden movement (finna pop ’em)
could be your last, so don’t slip, n*gga (so don’t slip, n*gga)
we just brought the poles to the party, then we strip n*ggas, flip n*ggas (brrt)
if it come down to it, but i’m just saying though (i’m just saying though)
out here playin’ h*lla crazy ain’t the way to go (it ain’t the way to go)
you know i’m takin’ major risks for that paper roll (for that paper roll)
we’ll slime a n*gga out, you get to saying, “no” (n*gga real slimy)
yeah, this rap sh*t cool, but i like fast money (on my mama)
n*gga, you ain’t really sh*t but a crash dummy (crash out)
every n*gga that you see me ’round, they gon’ blast for me (they gon’ blast for me)
put your homie on the news, it wasn’t that funny (ha)
[chorus]
ridin’ in that double r with an audemars (skrrt)
free the homie, level four, selling black tar (heroin)
say she love the way i hit it, yeah, that part (yeah, that part)
thought this sh*t was fun and games ’til that mac sparked (’til that mac sparked)
ridin’ in that double r with an audemars (with an audemars)
all that beefing on the ‘gram, we can go to war (what you doin’, n*gga?)
what the f*ck these n*ggas doing? i don’t even know (ayy, ayy)
if you see us creepin’ on ’em, then we need a soul (buh, buh)

[verse 2]
n*gga, any last words before that chop pop? (before that chop pop)
when we catch an opp out, we sending pop shots (buh, buh)
that 41 bust down, not no stopwatch
you know i keep a fully for them bullies, make it— ah, ah
you hear that— then i’m— frrt, on it (baow)
that’s what a n*gga get for playing big homie (buh, buh)
yeah, i pull my own stunts and my own skits (my own skits)
always tryna f*ck my ho, get your own b*tch (get your own b*tch)
copying the next n*gga, you ain’t on sh*t (uh)
i got nina ross, f&n, and a four*fifth (got that four*fifth)
play with me, i’ll get it crackin’ like a glow stick (get it crackin’)
n*gga, stop it, all that fake politickin’ get you gone quick (get you outta here)
me, i’m a n*ggity
you, you a bliggity (he a bliggity)
better watch your back, you know friends turn to enemies
three*five in the ‘wood, boy, i’m smoking like a chimney (n*gga, smoke)
glock 17, the clip longer than a centipede (brrt)
[chorus]
ridin’ in that double r with an audemars (skrrt)
free the homie, level four, selling black tar (sellin’ black tar)
say she love the way i hit it, yeah, that part (yeah, that part)
thought this sh*t was fun and games ’til that mac sparked (buh, buh)
ridin’ in that double r with an audemars (n*gga)
all that beefing on the ‘gram, we can go to war (let’s get it crackin’)
what the f*ck these n*ggas doing? i don’t even know (i don’t even know)
if you see us creepin’ on ’em, then we need a soul (buh, buh)

[outro]
(fbeat go crazy)
huh, back flexin, y’all know what’s goin’ on
stop playing like i ain’t that n*gga in the city, on my mama though
n*gga, this my year
(fbeat producing all the heat)

- fenix flexin lyrics

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