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foreva flexin - rbe lyrics

[intro: flexcitystreets]
ayy, money, you can bring that seven up to me, right?

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
rbe, real boiis gon’ ride for me (gon’ ride for me)
it ain’t hard for yo’ ass to see (for yo’ ass to see)
i got a couple shooters on my team (on my team)
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just ’cause that you gon’ do it, that don’t mean a thing (uh, uh)

[verse 1: flexcitystreets]
where all the n*ggas at that i started with?
a dope bundle and revolver was our starter kit
a young n*gga bustin’ sales, we was marketin’ (huh?)
glock scott pull up on his block, then we parkin’ ‘eem
four bands in one week, on some depressin’ sh*t (i blew it)
a couple blues for a vid to send a message with (goofy)
somebody tell these lil’ n*ggas who they messin’ with
the flex god, better say a prayer or he blessin’ him (b*tch)
ya lil’ n*ggas is my kids ’round this b*tch (huh?)
workin’ out, do my dance, i got gigs ’round this b*tch (what?)
and free my n*ggas out the pin in this b*tch (free ’em)
blunt hangin’ my mouth like a cig’ in this b*tch
they want the old streets back, b*tch, i been that
ten years old, that’s when i pushed my first wig back
eleven years old, that’s when i shot my first big back
by twelve, i was makin’ n*ggas strip like, “where yo’ sh*t at?” (give it up)
[verse 2: lil noonie]
dreadhead with the stick, off the codeine (off the codeine)
always looking for a l!ck, that’s the old me (that’s the old me)
i’m out the ‘jects, threes up, that’s the home team
target crazy on your neck, that’s a whole beef (that’s a whole beef)
i got fifty in this glock, shoot the whole thing (the whole thing)
i been buggin’ for three days, i popped a whole bean (popped a whole bean)
n*ggas wonderin’ what really done got into me (what got into me)
i done lost some real n*ggas, ain’t no sympathy
i done put that p*ssy on your chain, now you remembering
i got you n*ggas screamin’, unh, “gang,” now you remember me
and i will never be the f*ckin’ same since what they did to me
i took them leg shots like a mane, it ain’t did sh*t to me
i’m slidin’ on n*ggas and replaying like a scratched cd (where they at?)
no bets for n*ggas, we leavin’ n*ggas where the fishes be
i got plans for n*ggas, shoot off his hands, now how he finna eat?
no air for n*ggas, jordin sparks, how he finna breathe?

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
rbe, real boiis gon’ ride for me (gon’ ride for me)
it ain’t hard for yo’ ass to see (for yo’ ass to see)
i got a couple shooters on my team (on my team)
just ’cause that you gon’ do it, that don’t mean a thing (uh, uh)
rbe, real boiis gon’ ride for me (gon’ ride for me)
it ain’t hard for yo’ ass to see (for yo’ ass to see)
i got a couple shooters on my team (on my team)
just ’cause that you gon’ do it, that don’t mean a thing (uh, uh)

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