| Look young and paid with these stacks on me
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| I never used to get it, came up off road
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| So I had to get it on my own
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| Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah
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| Oh shit, it’s a flex, yeah
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| Is it the Rollie or the Patek? |
| Nah
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| I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (Yeah)
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| «Nines, how you still flippin' haze?»
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| I ain’t grinding, this shit sells itself like my triple A’s
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| All this weed, we ain’t runnin' out of flavours
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| Their re-up's in the post and mine’s is coming in containers, uh
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| I was gonna bring him in, help him do a grow
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| Coulda been in crop circle on our UFO
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| My little nigga lost a nina, that ain’t a loss to Nina
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| Fam, I had a hundred birds stuck in Costa Rica
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| I just copped a thousand rounds for the Glock
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| Can’t find your yard? |
| I’ll spray up every house on your block
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| It ain’t back, fam, these packs got me up, the gamble on
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| Accumulators, I do bets on the back of a truck, uh
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| Them pagans are broke, Ice City’s wavier
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| Told the jeweller «Flood the ring like Wrestlemania»
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| You wanna hear somethin' crazier?
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| My nigga made 900K off a brick in Australia
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| These niggas claim that they fuck with me (No)
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| Look young and paid with these stacks on me
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| I never used to get it, came up off road
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| So I had to get it on my own
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| Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah
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| Oh shit, it’s a flex, yeah
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| Is it the Rollie or the Patek? |
| Nah
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| I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (Yeah)
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| See, no more Rollie, gold Patek, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Fuck the fame, I came for respect, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t need nobody say I’m next, nah
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| See, I get love up in the East, up in the West though
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| No love for these fed hoes
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| I’m just tryna touch all this paper like I’m on nest though
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout no hater, that’s what this vest for
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| She say that she love me, XOXO
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| But she can’t even hug me, I’m so special
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| I try to leave but I can’t let go
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| Somethin' bout these streets got it feelin' like my next home
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| These fedarales got me switchin' to my next phone
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| I can’t love no more, word to my ex hoe
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| I don’t do the club, oh no, tryna invest more
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| See, my nigga got the G2C, it got the red glow
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| I just sold the next two keys right off this Encro
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| Yo' shit sells slow, my shit Tesco (Yeah, yeah)
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| These niggas claim that they fuck with me (No)
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| Look young and paid with these stacks on me
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| I never used to get it, came up off road
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| So I had to get it on my own
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| Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah
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| Oh shit, it’s a flex, yeah
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| Is it the Rollie or the Patek? |
| Nah
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| I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flex, artist - Nines. Album song Crabs In A Bucket, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп