| I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
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| Pull up in a Panamera, mean muggin' like a animal
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| These suckers got me mad, at the bank is when I’m glad
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| From Oakland, California, look crazy and I’m on ya
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| This shit is not the game, give two fucks about the fame!
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| Whoever to pertain my motherfuckin' name
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| He was hit by a sniper, damn that was a shame
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| Mamma Shoulda told 'em not to fuck with that man
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| IP address is easily attained
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| No need for a game, fat lady had sane
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| I’m so, so resilient, learn to move in silence
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| They want no guidance, they only want violence
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| And I tried to act civilized, but fuck the Nobel Peace Prize!
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
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| Aw yeah
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| I’m flexin', no problem and them bad little bitches I got 'em
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| Been flexin' since I learned to count money and the grind don’t stop we keep
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| runnin'
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| Spaz so crazy, she ugly, gettin' bread now all the birds comin'
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| Street shit try futuristic, I’m flexin like bro tryna kick it
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| One car, sly flexin', bet cha man gon answer that question
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| Is he real? |
| I ain’t even gotta question, had fake and real shit and ain’t
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| pressed it
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| Been with hittas in the streets man, been in strips gone for the weekend
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| Gone off the base, she peekin', goon in the bushes, he peekin'
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| Ain’t even slept through the weekend, trap still off from the weekend
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| Ain’t got room for the bullshit, now a days niggas like pussy
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| Blowin' Ground Kush in the two seat, bad lil thang that’s a Bambi
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| I said blowin' on Kush in the two seat, bad lil bitch that’s a Bambi, yeah
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
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| I do not play with Maarks, I play in the dark
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| Skin them like a car breed out the fuckin' harb
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| I was behind bars, now I’m shinin' light
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| The motherfuckin', motherfuckin', motherfuckin' stars
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| Got bodies on my soul, give a fuck about a troll
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| Don’t play with me Jack, I stay with the yak
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| I’d never go back, nothin' less than fat stacks
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| Kali Muscle is the truth nigga, I’m livin' proof nigga
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| I play for keys, not playin' with you creeps
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| My name is Grim Reap, pussies got to go to sleep
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| No room for Roody Poo, send them swimmin' in this booth
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| I’m not playin' boy, crush you like a toy!
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
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| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga |