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kc - flexin' lyrics
[hook 1:kc]
never home but i rep
flexin hard wit my clique
smoking fruits in my whip
kush all in my chest (ohhhhh…)
got lean mixed with them bars
got mary jane and molly
they all wanna do a menage, (ohhhhh….)
got bands tucked in my clothes
flexin all on these hoes
so fresh i should pose (cheese n-gga)
never home but i rep
flexin hard wit my clique
smoking fruits in my whip
kush all in my chest (ohhhhh…)
[pre-hook:kc]
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ stunna …
i know you haters see me flexin (x2)
[verse 1: kc]
i be f-ckin’ wit my youngn’s
all my n-ggas coolin
im all about my paper shawty in love with my music
crib in the hills man i swear its so exclusive
i be gettin’ head while im playin call of duty
hotel full of marijuana and some b-tches
i school these n-ggas but i feel like im the new kid
just bought a audi ’bout to take that b-tch to brooklyn
b-tch i never met im ’bout to meet that b-tch in brooklyn
i feel my belt and i feel my hat cuz
everytime they see it they say where’d you find that ?
first we hit the mall and throw some money on the d-low
then we hit the city stackin’ chips at the casino
and then we hit the club where shawty throw it like marino
and i’m a knock it out , like the great bambino
know we got that chopper landin courtesy of chyno
f-ck around and die tryna be a f-cking hero
[pre-hook:kc]
[hook 1:kc]
countin’ my money man how could you sleep?
money so long it won’t fit in a tweet
workin so hard that i just bought the suite
nights at casino’s and days on the beach
ridin around in my big wheel
best believe that i flex still
reminiscing on importing and exporting them x pills
that mary-jane , man that molly b-tch , that taylor swift, and that cocaine
but i spit crack and make rap money they thought i came from the dope game
dont front on my n-ggas you’ll be on your back in a matter of seconds
only f-ck wit the baddest of b-tches they know just to kick its a blessing
instagram pics of me f-cking your b-tch
she sucking d-ck just to f-ck wit the clique
this for them f-ck n-ggas hopin i slip
i’mma mothaf-cka you just a son of a b-tch
rest in peace to the swag my god its fresh to death
9-7-tre i’mma rep , rep , rep , rep , rep , rep, rep that
[hook 1:kc]
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