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flex - young buck lyrics

[chorus:]
i’m in busting blocks top down just looking around for my ex b-tch
hoe when i see her i’m a pull up and flex b-tch
i’ve been running my bands up for these n-gga’s talking they check sh-t
hoe when i see em i’m a pull up and flex b-tch
i know ya’ll been hating on me but now look at me (flex b-tch)
all these cars all this ice all these hoes let’s flex b-tch
now ring your check up gone and flex b-tch
every chance i get i got to flex flex b-tch

[verse 1]
i know these police sick of us
we selling pounds off the popsicle trucks
said a hundred bricks by the mail box tell ups to come pick it up
got 50 bands in the grocery bag
i told my young n-ggas go split it up
all of this sh-t can’t fit in the casket with ya n-gga living it up
these broke hoes still waiting on me to come pay the bills (b-tch give it up)
you got to get the f-ck up out of here when your rent is up
f-ck boy got locked up and said send him something i’m like send him what
i live from these projects for a year yeah i ain’t sending nothing
i’m blowing bands with an att-tude throwing racks at you like i’m mad at you
and i know y’all didn’t expect for all my n-ggas to have it too
but we flex on a b-tch spend a check on our wrist i’m blessed with this sh-t finesse on a b-tch

[chorus]
i’m in busting blocks top down just looking around for my ex b-tch
hoe when i see her i’m a pull up and flex b-tch
i’ve been running my bands up for these n-gga’s talking they check sh-t
hoe when i see em i’m a pull up and flex b-tch
i know ya’ll been hating on me but now look at me (flex b-tch)
all these cars all this ice all these hoes let’s flex b-tch
now ring your check up gone and flex b-tch
every chance i get i got to flex flex b-tch

[verse 2]
she was f-cking with me
now b-tch i an’t f-cking with ya
he was f-cking with me
no n-gga i won’t come and get ya
y’all ain’t f-cking with me
y’all ain’t bring no money with ya
n-gga’s ain’t gonna be satisfied with that fire fire
you know something hit ya
all of us got bank rolls you a selfie n-gga we the whole picture
you the only one that got some what about them n-gga’s that rolled with you
b-tch i am a go getter and back down for no n-gga
some of all ya’ll n-gga’s gonna die broke you too old to let them hoes go
i know it look like money but i’m riding around with my old pistol
you thought that was your b-tch til i pulled up and my hoe killer
flexing on a b-tch that check back and these hoe miss her
flexing on a b-tch
i’m trying to f-ck her and her four sisters

- young buck lyrics

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