Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flex, artist - JAY1. Date of issue: 12.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flex |
| Man try flex in the place |
| But I promise you nobody flex like we |
| 25 fuck off degrees I’m boiling |
| Still step with my drip on freeze |
| 3.5 of the pack got smoked |
| Everybody in the room look so lean |
| Bitch try ask for a pic I said no |
| Jay why you gotta be so mean |
| Man try flex in the place |
| But I promise you nobody flex like us |
| Still got goals to my name I’m tekkie |
| Like do you really wanna shoot your shot (oh oh) |
| Should have seen the guest list full of peng tings |
| It’s mad, I ain’t even gotta talk too tough |
| Bitch try ask for a pic I said no |
| I ain’t even showing these chicks no love (oh my God) |
| Ay, I’ve just come to the party |
| 3 man deep that’s Dylan and |
| 5 figures on the whip that’s booky |
| One two bang if a nigga try school me |
| And if I bring man to the party |
| Barbies brown and baddies and booty |
| One way we can never be losing |
| Stepped in the metro looking all boomin (oh my God,/I>) |
| She’s like who them man making a fuss |
| 'Course it’s gang, 'course it’s us (course it’s us) |
| This one said she gon burn my bridge |
| She’s pissed like I already cut that off (woah) |
| Two tings in the whip looking outrageous |
| On the M6, I just came from Cov |
| Been a good year and the money kept doubling |
| Would’ve thought I came with Irish dons (oh no) |
| I’m stacking my paper |
| I’m chasing my cheddar |
| I’m talking the truth like I’m Nelson Mandela |
| Bitch talk about p if you’re calling my cellar |
| My nigga just came from a whole different era |
| Two different countries in 28 hours |
| I fly out to Dam and I re-up on powers |
| Your niggas a goof and a wimp and a coward |
| The rottens pussy, I’ll turn him to powder |
| Man try flex in the place |
| But I promise you nobody flex like we |
| 25 fuck off degrees I’m boiling |
| Still step with my drip on freeze |
| 3.5 of the pack got smoked |
| Everybody in the room look so lean |
| Bitch try ask for a pic I said no |
| Jay why you gotta be so mean |
| Man try flex in the place |
| But I promise you nobody flex like us |
| Still got goals to my name I’m tekkie |
| Like do you really wanna shoot your shot (oh oh) |
| Should have seen the guest list full of peng tings |
| It’s mad, I ain’t even gotta talk too tough |
| Bitch try ask for a pic I said no |
| I ain’t even showing these chicks no love (oh my God) |
| You fake kids all piss me off |
| If you hear the kid then don’t big me up |
| Whilst you was at home doing nothing |
| I was in the penthouse counting them pinkies up |
| I don’t need your loving |
| I got two bad b’s with a back of full twerking |
| Try telling me suttin' |
| Your dickheads your wastemen |
| You can’t say nothing |
| Really and truly I could’ve just switched |
| Paid in full, do it like Mitch |
| 35 fuck off degrees, Ibiza |
| Like did I really have to ice my wrist (oh oh) |
| Step through with a fresh trim from a barber |
| That’s no cap, I don’t tell no fibs |
| Gotta let 'em know I keep it Franck like Ribéry |
| Mum we can do it like Bayern did |
| And stack all of them pinkie notes |
| I need it all, I never been picky |
| I came in the game like EA and 50 |
| Sticky, can’t take my for no picknie |
| Lizzy Lizzy Excusez-moi |
| Foreign one wanna see my repertoire |
| Wait, |
| If I pull out this mic its (oh my God) |
| Man try flex in the place |
| But I promise you nobody flex like we |
| 25 fuck off degrees I’m boiling |
| Still step with my drip on freeze |
| 3.5 of the pack got smoked |
| Everybody in the room look so lean |
| Bitch try ask for a pic I said no |
| Jay why you gotta be so mean |
| Man try flex in the place |
| But I promise you nobody flex like us |
| Still got goals to my name I’m tekkie |
| Like do you really wanna shoot your shot (oh oh) |
| Should have seen the guest list full of peng tings |
| It’s mad, I ain’t even gotta talk too tough |
| Bitch try ask for a pic I said no |
| I ain’t even showing these chicks no love (oh my God) |
| Jay1 Jay1, Jay1 Jay, Jay1 Jay1 |
| Oh my God |
| Jay1 Jay1 |
| Oh my God, oh my God |