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flexed up - marr4tf lyrics

[chorus]
flexed up ( uh*uh) b*tch i ran my bag up happy to hear my momma tell me congratulations feel like i made it, flexed up
( uh*uh) b*tch i ran my bag up sh*tty that my brother ain’t here with me know he ah be proud of me

[verse 1]
shooting star for real came from the mud and up know them n*ggas that used to tell me i wouldn’t make it ah be surprised that im up ( uh*uh), family thought i would be the good one i turned out the problem child came from posted on that block for real yea b*tch i was running wild now i got my rack’s up now ( uh*huh) b*tch i could flex it all used to curve me when i was broke and now that hoe on me tell that b*tch get off, day one switched up on me now his head i got to take it off cause that boy know to much and he can’t be the one to take me out, b*tch im flexed up ( uh*huh) i den ran my check up sick as f*ck with all this sh*t think i might need a check up my brother ain’t here and that sh*t got me sick as f*ck cause this the only thing that we wanted and he ain’t here to live it up ( wahh)

[verse 2]
b*tch i pay rack’s for all my sh*t yea this ah better feeling, f*ck everybody lil b*tch i don’t want no dealings yea i got rid of my feelings got all in my bag i refuse to go back b*tch nah i refuse to go out sad, ( wahh) sending me to them group chats know they hate me b*tch im getting paid ( uh) who the f*ck den helped me lil b*tch yea im self made, y’all was never on that block with me lil n*gga yea i had that stick walk down on ah n*gga run yo sack b*tch give me all that sh*t i got n*ggas tryna take me out ( uhh) feel like some of my n*ggas want to see me down ( yea*uh) don’t associate with n*ggas barley gon’ see me around if you don’t see em’ around us n*gga that mean that n*gga can’t come around no more ( wahh)

[verse 3]
june 27, 2018 b*tch that day is stuck with me uh traumatized, lucid dreams b*tch i can barley sleep uh hop out on my feet and let this choppa let it* ( uh) hop out on my feet b*tch ima creep and let this choppa rip , yeaa n*gga uh ..heard he want some pressure in hop out with that glockie pop his top yea im tryna settle in that lil n*gga b*tch made he gon’ diss and get it settled in (yeaa b*tch yea)

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