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babyfxce e - real flex كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)
uh_uh, uh_uh_uh_uh (yeah)
yeah, alright (the realest)
alright (brrt), huh (brrt)

[verse]
do somethin’ for your hood, that’s a real flex (no rap)
huh, he got sat on more times than a pill press (some b_tch sh_t)
n_ggas used to hate on me, i bet they still mad (they p_ssed)
so when i pop my sh_t, bro, i don’t feel bad (f_ck ’em)
but now i can put some money on your head real bad (yeah)
i spent some money on her hair, then she was real bad
hittin’ it from the back, i made her numb, she want her feel back
chain a hundred plus, so the receipt look like some real stats (huh)
i just flipped that (brrt), lam’ truck, k!lled that (k!lled)
i just did some hard sh_t on live, somebody clip that (get that)
finna cop a watch and get my wrist back (come on)
she can’t get on top because we might just have a mishap
i don’t wear a lot of pink, but i sip that
if it’s a jet2holiday, i’m gon’ skip that (ha)
he only shoot his gun on holidays, that boy is big cap (bap)
knew papa sellin’ dope because his other phone was flipped back (you know?)
yeah, h_llcat, i drift that (huh)
pack your sh_t and come lay up with me with your thick ass (come here, bae)
i ain’t even gon’ bap to y’all, been in my trick bag (huh)
and what’s so crazy, i been havin’ b_tches that trick back (alright)
the sh_t i drive’ll make you sit back (frrt)
i don’t want no b_tch back, f_ck you, kiss that (b_tch)
this sh_t ain’t out the bank, that’s why it’s mix_match (you know?)
can teach you ’bout some drank, just come to sip class
huh, went broke, fixed that (yeah)
told lil’ mama did she like that rope, she said, “i’m with that” (come on)
n_gga said he knew i had the pole, he seen my hips sag (brrt, brrt)
gang for life, n_gga, just like my flow, bro, i can’t switch that (you preach? you hear?)
yeah, alright (you know?)
somethin’ gon’ happen if you touch my green, this sh_t like poison ivy (you hear me?)
the glockies got no box, but they don’t do no fightin’ (grrt)
but they do got somethin’ in common ’cause they spit like tyson (uh_huh)
when i rap, i punch in, i don’t do no writin’
if you ain’t got the bread to get you out the jam, don’t do nothin’ violent (nothin’)
bae, i’d rather facetime you, i ain’t good at typin’
seen her ‘cross the club and shot my shot, i should’ve been a sniper
do this sh_t, i ain’t tryin’, pole on me, i ain’t blind
come on, let’s go and drop two fours, low like kobe bryant (i been)
i can’t find nothin’ ’bout this ho, but i just know she lyin’
yeah, i know that gold worth way more, but i still wanted diamonds (i’m knowin’)
[outro]
like, i’m on my young n_gga sh_t right now
i’m just poppin’ it
you know? the realest

- babyfxce e

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