Flexed Up lyrics

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Fanatiic


[Intro]
b*tch I'm flexed up

[Chorus]
b*tch I'm flexed up, racks out chest up
On my bullsh*t you can't tell me what's up
Know I got a thotty she gon' suck a n*gga up
Big ass .40 gon' back a n*gga up
On my bullsh*t and you know I'm actin' up
We gon' run down if a n*gga actin' tough
.30 and a .40 we gon' leave a n*gga stuck
b*tch all on my phone like some clothes hang it up
b*tch you know I'm actin' up actin' stupid goofy
Baby she a thot she be ready for this movie
Now I got them bands turn that b*tch to a groupie
Now I'm so hot catch a tan she wanna do me
Like b*tch, I'm the man, I'm the one
Baby I'm the plug you a fiend what you want
b*tch I'm flexed up Mayweather on these ho's
Fendi, that product, designer my clothes

[Verse 1]
b*tch you know I'm poppin' hella poppin' check your fryin' pot
I be gettin' money nonstop yeah I get a lot
Your girl swtichin' sides on my team yeah she got a spot
I be in the field makin' plays and you gonna watch
I got b*tches with some bands in the back
Ridin' in the city 'bout to put it on the map
f*ck a ho give me the bag it's where it's at
You know I'm gon' flex so hard it's on the set
'Cause I'm a hot n*gga, you a opp n*gga
Feel like Wayne pull up and yo block hot n*gga
Yeah she givin' brain that b*tch is a dork
Swervin' threw these lanes 'bout this sh*t in sport
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