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omg - flex god daps lyrics

oh my…
oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my god (oh my god)
she wanna f*ck with the squad (f*ck with the squad)
she spit in my mouth i’m poppin’ her bra (poppin’ her bra)
my n*ggas they trap, my n*ggas do fraud (my n*ggas do fraud)
i need a new kettle i pray to the lord (i pray to the, pray to the, pray to the)
oh my, oh my
she wanna f*ck with the squad (f*ck with the, f*ck with the)
she spit in my mouth i’m poppin’ her bra (poppin’ her bra, bra)
my n*ggas they trap, my n*ggas do fraud (my n*ggas do fraud)
i need a new kettle i pray to the lord

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i don’t do stress, open my pores, i’m all in the sauna
had to get low, i felt like osama
she beggin’ me please, callin’ me daddy
but last time i checked, i’m not her father (no)
father lord, father lord, please forgive me for my transgressions (please)
no sleep i need 10 mill, a lil suttin for the transmission
i’m a boss, i’m a boss, they wasn’t there for the losses (no)
shoutout chedda shoutout darren
one in lambo, one in porches
cloth talk for the durag…
screenshot, baby don’t do that
can’t even flirt, they put me in group chat
kettle her wrist, fendi her body, i gucci the purse
i throw out the money, the dollars’ll rain, the groupies disperse (rain, rain, rain)
oh my god (oh my god)
she wanna f*ck with the squad (f*ck with the squad)
she spit in my mouth i’m poppin’ her bra (poppin’ her bra)
my n*ggas they trap, my n*ggas do fraud (my n*ggas do fraud)
i need a new kettle i pray to the lord (i pray to the, pray to the, pray to the)
oh my, oh my (whooh!)
she wanna f*ck with the squad (f*ck with the, f*ck with the)
she spit in my mouth i’m poppin’ her bra (poppin’ her bra, bra)
my n*ggas they trap, my n*ggas do fraud (my n*ggas do fraud)
i need a new kettle i pray to the lord

all these sparklers got my wrist jumpin’, dom p take the pain away
reminiscing bout the cold nights, gettin’ heat from the stove flames
we made money from the stove top, we got money on the roadside
remember when we had no luck, now it’s germans on the road guy
bad b’s in the hot tub, tongue kissin’ to impress a n*gga
told my accountant find the loop hole, tax man tryna stress a n*gga
i need chains i need whips too, instagram i put the pressure on
crocodile i get it imported, new belt i put the leathers on
new chicks no feathers on, keep flexin’ yeah i carry on
my young ting is like 21, yeah bro i get my savage on
my young boy got the strally on, my young boy he got the bally on
flex god yeah i mash p, take flights only carry on
this ain’t rap this is real life, this ain’t rap this is real life
everybody always pocket watchin’, hope you n*ggas got your deal right
you was always in the house bro, i was really in the field like
six figures in like one month, i can tell you what it feels like
oh my god (oh my god)
she wanna f*ck with the squad (f*ck with the squad)
she spit in my mouth i’m poppin’ her bra (poppin’ her bra)
my n*ggas they trap, my n*ggas do fraud (my n*ggas do fraud)
i need a new kettle i pray to the lord (i pray to the, pray to the, pray to the)
oh my, oh my
she wanna f*ck with the squad (f*ck with the, f*ck with the)
she spit in my mouth i’m poppin’ her bra (poppin’ her bra, bra)
my n*ggas they trap, my n*ggas do fraud (my n*ggas do fraud)
i need a new kettle i pray to the lord

- flex god daps lyrics

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