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roman6ixv3 - flexin' كلمات الأغنية

[intro: roman6ixv3, yung hatchet, and atl_js]

my phone on 6 percent
a-a-a-ye yung hatchet, drop this one
yeah, aye
hm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
check it out, hm

[verse 1: atl_js]

purple haze, blowin’ in my face, give me all my sp-ce
cuz i need it, gotta be this way, i don’t like to wait
cuz i’m fiendin’ gotta make a play
pull up where you stay, leave you bleedin’, do not say my name
we are not the same

[verse 2: sammythesavage]

trappin’ in kitchen, water whippin’, know i’m sippin’, yuh
your racks you be slippin’, nah, aye, what
pull up with a stick, then i put it in your face
drako sprayin’ fast like it just did the race, aye
hop in the jet, hop in the vet, wearin’ hermes, yuh
she love how i flex, i get the checks, she know i’m up next, yuh
she hop in the coupe, sittin’ on my coach
she countin’ my bread, yuh
pull up with them sticks, got the beams like infrared, yuh

[verse 3: atl_js]

i don’t feel for em’, why they still snorin’?
watch you sleep on me, that sh-t get borin’
see the rain drippen’ down, that’s my crew stormin’
get the streets roarin’, that’s a real foreign
wet these b-tches up, now they stand for me
got them cameras up, i k!ll astroids
i know they never see me comin’, i snuck up on em’
now they all know my name, guess i did somethin’

[verse 4: sammythesavage]

i got cash in the jansport, whippin’ motorsport
goin’ overseas, i don’t need a p-ssport
you a dork, boutta pull up from the half court, yuh
aye, what, woah

[verse 5: atl_js]

changin’ the weather
you know one day we be playin’ with feathers
hate on myself, creatin’ this weather
glad we got love, can hold us together, livin’ just better
everyone know i say never, you know i say never, aye, hm, aye
this summer we comin’ forever
you gave up all of my sweaters, i keep one for the weather
life it be sweeter than sour, play with my heart for an hour
snappin’ my phone through a flower, you gave up all of the power
now i’m takin’ that sh-t back, i’m above all these cowards

[verse 6: roman6ixv3]

countin’ up these racks, in a foreign car
and i’m smokin’ with your b-tch, and we goin’ far
i don’t need no b-tches, i don’t need no friends
baby i’m just workin’ hard, countin’ up these bands
chillin’ with the crew, smokin’ on that thraxx
and we countin’ up this cash, all these n-gg-s mad
get up on my level, stay up out my face
i don’t have no compet-tion, keep up with my pace
chillin’ with this girl, she goin’ through my phone
saw my other shawty ask, “when you comin’ home?”
stay up out my business, steady f-ckin’ lyin’
b-tch i’m tired of your sh-t, i ain’t f-ckin’ tryin’

[verse 7: sammythesavage]

sippin’ out the cup, yeah, sippin’ this syrup
got me feelin’ slow, just like imma turtle
boy, you a goofy, yeah boy you a lame
put all that to shame, when i pop off with that k, right up in yo face
boutta go pick up the bands, boutta go pick up the keys
my wrist so cold, make the water freeze
but my bars so hot, they be meltin’ cheese, 400 degrees
flexin’ louis v in these streets, your girl with me
got the glock in the rari, sippin’ that bacardi
pull up the party, yuh
aye, yeah

- roman6ixv3

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