Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flexin , by - Kali Muscle. Release date: 08.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flexin |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga |
| Pull up in a Panamera, mean muggin' like a animal |
| These suckers got me mad, at the bank is when I’m glad |
| From Oakland, California, look crazy and I’m on ya |
| This shit is not the game, give two fucks about the fame! |
| Whoever to pertain my motherfuckin' name |
| He was hit by a sniper, damn that was a shame |
| Mamma Shoulda told 'em not to fuck with that man |
| IP address is easily attained |
| No need for a game, fat lady had sane |
| I’m so, so resilient, learn to move in silence |
| They want no guidance, they only want violence |
| And I tried to act civilized, but fuck the Nobel Peace Prize! |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga |
| Aw yeah |
| I’m flexin', no problem and them bad little bitches I got 'em |
| Been flexin' since I learned to count money and the grind don’t stop we keep |
| runnin' |
| Spaz so crazy, she ugly, gettin' bread now all the birds comin' |
| Street shit try futuristic, I’m flexin like bro tryna kick it |
| One car, sly flexin', bet cha man gon answer that question |
| Is he real? |
| I ain’t even gotta question, had fake and real shit and ain’t |
| pressed it |
| Been with hittas in the streets man, been in strips gone for the weekend |
| Gone off the base, she peekin', goon in the bushes, he peekin' |
| Ain’t even slept through the weekend, trap still off from the weekend |
| Ain’t got room for the bullshit, now a days niggas like pussy |
| Blowin' Ground Kush in the two seat, bad lil thang that’s a Bambi |
| I said blowin' on Kush in the two seat, bad lil bitch that’s a Bambi, yeah |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga |
| I do not play with Maarks, I play in the dark |
| Skin them like a car breed out the fuckin' harb |
| I was behind bars, now I’m shinin' light |
| The motherfuckin', motherfuckin', motherfuckin' stars |
| Got bodies on my soul, give a fuck about a troll |
| Don’t play with me Jack, I stay with the yak |
| I’d never go back, nothin' less than fat stacks |
| Kali Muscle is the truth nigga, I’m livin' proof nigga |
| I play for keys, not playin' with you creeps |
| My name is Grim Reap, pussies got to go to sleep |
| No room for Roody Poo, send them swimmin' in this booth |
| I’m not playin' boy, crush you like a toy! |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga |