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flex! - last-dude lyrics

[intro]
last dude on the track!
okay, okay, ayy!

[chorus: xxxtentacion]
may i flex, may i flex (ayy*ayy)
may i flex, may i flex (huh)
may i flex (ayy), may i flex (huh)
may i flex (ayy*ayy), may i flex (ayy)
may i, huh, may i, huh
may i, huh, may i, huh
may i, huh, may i, huh
may i, huh, may i, huh (ayy)
may i flex, may i flex (ayy*ayy)
may i flex, may i flex (ayy*ayy, huh)
may i flex, may i flex (ayy*ayy, huh)
may i flex, may i flex (ayy*ayy, huh)
may i, huh, may i, huh (yuh)
may i, huh, huh, ayy

[verse 1: dababy]
i’m motivated by the money, money motivate me
i always got my mind on it (mind)
i went to jail because i tried to catch a flight
and i forgot i had the iron on me (yeah)
i get the sh*t so cheap you think i drop a ticket
but really threw a extra five on it (five)
and everything a ni*ga drop be going crazy
sounding like i took my time on it
just told my b*ch that she gotta learn
to be nice to my side b*ch
you gotta quit trippin’ and callin’ me private (hey)
’cause all of my other lil’ b*ches don’t like it (brrt)
you know i’m a dog, babe, you know that i’m trifling
been like this forever and you know you used to like it
that boom on my side and ya i call it my sidekick (boom)
i whip out and shoot it, just do it like nike
i pull out and swing that b*ch ride

[verse 2: nle choppa]

slide all night, cause murder, i want it (b*ch)
you ain’t no k!ller, lil’ ni*ga, you phoney (b*ch ass ni*ga)
these bullets gon’ cook ’em like fried baloney (awkward *ss nig*a)
if you break in my house, i’m shootin’ like tony
i catch me an opp, then put ’em in reefer
they say i was whack, now i’m playin’ on speakers
these ni*gas, they askin’ how much for a feature
if you reach for my chain you know i’ma teach ’em
gone off these dr*gs, you know that i’m high
you run up on me and get hit with this fire
and let’s have a shootout, i’m ready to die
you drop your location, you know i’ma slide
my b*ch, she a rider like bonnie and clyde
she got them nice tats, swear to god that she lie
if a ni*ga keep dissin’, he comin’ up missin’ on channel 5, swear to god that he died
[verse 3: blueface]

marble floors, blue couches (vibe)
one hit wonder, how i got two houses? (ha*ha)
two is a vibe, three is crowded
not me and you, but me and two b*tches

i only like vibes that come with a vibe
tired of my main, she tired of my side
rather work nine*to*five then to get nine to five
strippin’ at eighteen, you ain’t even tried (why?)
ni*gas send subs instead of subscribe
d*ck in her mouth, she swallow my pride
she came with the girls, i came with the guys
ha*ha, it’s nothin’ but vibes

[verse 4: lil pump]
walked in smellin’ like gas (gas, yeah, huh)
put five hoes in the cab (brr)
vroom, vroom, vroom, i hit the dash (vroom, vroom, vroom)
you shoppin’ at h&m, i shop at saks (yeah)
check my b*ch out, she bad (she bad)
you b*ches broke and sad (uh*uh)
backend came in and cashed (huh, yeah)
ratchet broke b*ch, but she got a fat *ss (yeah, ooh)
if i die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist (bust down)
drop four mollies on my casket, and three pints of actavis (act’)
my housemaid is super thick (yeah)
my housemaid is super thick (huh?)
she finna go clean my house (huh?)
then she finna s*ck my d*ck (ooh)

- last dude lyrics

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