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woodboy gee - flex lyrics

[intro]
i’m super turnt, i’m super turnt
for sure, go

[chorus]
my lil’ b_tch, she bad (for sure), no, that’s not a flex (a flex)
them lil’ n_ggas mad (why?), ’cause they can’t get a check (i did)
he dream ’bout gettin’ a hundred, i spent that lil’ sh_t on my neck (a hundred racks)
i’m turnt, i f_ck with the youngins, but with this street sh_t, i’m a vet (i’m turnt)

[verse]
i’m smoked out, b_tch, i’m too polluted (yeah), no clique ups, we don’t do recruitin’
black truck with a bag in it (black truck), new fn with the mag in it (rrah)
designer amiri jeans, they cost a stack, ain’t gotta sag with it
won’t catch me in no purple, ain’t wearin’ the pants that got the tag in it (no)
hoo, that’s 20k i made in one play, went bought me a jag with it (that’s twеnty racks)
i was servin’ n_ggas like chick_fil_a way ‘fore thеy had chicken (i did)
the turntest n_gga who in the spot, throw racks, make that p_ssy pop (yeah)
that p_ssy taste like dippin’ dots, i been tryna eat it (go)
it’s late night after the club, she send me a pic, she gettin’ freaky (go)
i told her to bend it over and bust it open, i’m tryna see it (come here)
i spent a quarter ticket up on my ice, bae, i ain’t anemic (quarter ticket)
i trapped for this, i risked my f_ckin’ life, the route was scenic (i trapped for this)
quit postin’ all that weed ’cause my lil’ nephew tryna be me (the f_ck?)
and my lil’ niece be showin’ her classmates how her uncle be on tv (my baby)
you f_ckin’ right, i’m the biggest trapper that come out my city (you f_ckin’ right)
you f_ckin’ right, i’ma come back with them racks, a n_gga skimp me (you f_ckin’ right)
i’m mr. pull up, if you cop a ten, i’ll make it twenty (i did)
plus i pop my sh_t for real, them n_ggas know we havin’ plenty (go)
the turnpike was crowded, so i put zips on the backroads (turnpike)
i can’t leave my hood, i love my n_ggas, they my backbone (yeah)
if you wanna cop some bubba plates, call the black phone (call)
she agitatin’, i f_ck her when my sack gone (i did)
[chorus]
my lil’ b_tch, she bad (for sure), no, that’s not a flex (a flex)
them lil’ n_ggas mad (why?), ’cause they can’t get a check (i did)
he dream ’bout gettin’ a hundred, i spent that lil’ sh_t on my neck (a hundred racks)
i’m turnt, i f_ck with the youngins, but with this street sh_t, i’m a vet (i’m turnt)
my lil’ b_tch, she bad (for sure), no, that’s not a flex (a flex)
them lil’ n_ggas mad (why?), ’cause they can’t get a check (i did)
he dream ’bout gettin’ a hundred, i spent that lil’ sh_t on my neck (a hundred racks)
i’m turnt, i f_ck with the youngins, but with this street sh_t, i’m a vet (i’m turnt)

- woodboy gee lyrics

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