Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flexin, artist - DJ Holiday. Date of issue: 08.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flexin |
| Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters |
| Presidential is rose gold, say it’s time to get paper |
| Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo maker |
| Every month got me pissin', fuck around with them papers |
| So I can’t smoke no kush, I can’t smoke no kush |
| But I ran through them hoes, and I ain’t talk 'bout Reggie Bush |
| I say y’all fuck niggas so fold, hoes ain’t never gon' look |
| In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook |
| Now hold up, I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to |
| And now I drive the same one some stunnas do |
| Real nigga, 100 proof |
| I’ma need a 100 M’s to make me comfortable |
| Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters |
| Presidential is rose gold, say it’s time to get paper |
| Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers |
| Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches |
| All I know is just flex, shittin' on my ex |
| Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like Next |
| I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet |
| Waves on 360, make that pussy get so wet |
| She say I’m cocky, I say that’s not me |
| She call me papi and I say ven aqui |
| Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali |
| My sneaks they bally, in my hood I’m prolly just rollin 'round in that ghost |
| Watching out for them folks |
| Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work |
| I say my shooters like Dirk, 10 racks and you murk |
| I put that on yo head nigga, first week and you dead nigga |
| I bottle pop, I model pop |
| Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop |
| Niggas know I’m nice, and I got a lot |
| Like fuck yo corner, I buy the block |
| Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters |
| Presidential is rose gold, say it’s time to get paper |
| Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers |
| Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches |
| I don’t chase no bitches, I just chase my dreams |
| We ridin' 'round so dirty in this whip that’s so clean |
| My old head, she 30 but that dick suck so mean |
| And that pussy just so good for that pipe, she my fiend |
| On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent |
| If you ain’t talking 'bout money, you ain’t got no sense |
| Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent |
| In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that’s din' - Hold up! |
| OZ’s and whole keys, straight white and no trees |
| Great white and OZ’s and they might just OD |
| I stay tight with OG’s, they know I’m real nigga |
| Pocket full of them racks and my bank account, Meek Mill nigga |
| Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters |
| Presidential is rose gold, say it’s time to get paper |
| Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers |
| Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas |
| I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches |