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GodFatherBone - Flex Lyrics



GodFatherBone - Flex Lyrics
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No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
This shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
Shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
Damn straight I made a mess of him
Point blank put the Tech to him
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Take a nigga whole chest from him
Come around as you woke now for years y'all niggas slept on him
Smart niggas placed a bet on him
Rest of em straight dead to him
VA with the raw
Still BX to the core
Trap jumping like Wendy's hoe I'll give you four the four
Got a feen call him Busta Rymes he told me give him some more
I told him meet me at the store
Just don't come to my door
Nigga all I do is cook coke u can smell it coming through my pores
Niggas want me to lose
So let me settle up the score
I ride around in a new car that a broke nigga can't afford
But I'll still go catch a play in a old Honda accord
Man keys open up doors and I'm a end up in the Forbes
Carter Boyz gonna always win we 3 up in the 4th
You niggas look for the plug but me I look for the source
Nigga f*ck that I'm the source
I can give a f*ck what you thought
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
This shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
Shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
Y'all niggas know the count
It's a very large amount
Your BM came to my crib
Just sucked my dick and she bounced
Man I used to sell it by the ounce
Then I graduated to a pound
Put a slab on the table
I'll buss it all the way down
Man told that bitch I'm a dog
Oh yeah hoe I'm a hound
Don't call me for shit unless it's the dick
That's just how I get down
Nigga I'm a king and this fitted cap is what I wear for a crown
Got a bad bitch but my bad bitch always keep a bad bitch around
Man I graduated from the school of hard knocks no cap no gown
Now look who is the owner
Yeah bitch no diploma
Walk inside my trap house and you can smell the aroma
Nigga cocaine and crystalmeth and that good Marijuana
Kitchen cabinet full of syrup I ain't talking Aunt Jamama
Niggas claim that he want the beef till I cook they ass Benihanas
Big black 40 cal
Call that gun Wakanda
You don't want no drama
I'll turn this to hotel Rawanda
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
This shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
Shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
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English

No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
This shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
Shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
Damn straight I made a mess of him
Point blank put the Tech to him
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Take a nigga whole chest from him
Come around as you woke now for years y'all niggas slept on him
Smart niggas placed a bet on him
Rest of em straight dead to him
VA with the raw
Still BX to the core
Trap jumping like Wendy's hoe I'll give you four the four
Got a feen call him Busta Rymes he told me give him some more
I told him meet me at the store
Just don't come to my door
Nigga all I do is cook coke u can smell it coming through my pores
Niggas want me to lose
So let me settle up the score
I ride around in a new car that a broke nigga can't afford
But I'll still go catch a play in a old Honda accord
Man keys open up doors and I'm a end up in the Forbes
Carter Boyz gonna always win we 3 up in the 4th
You niggas look for the plug but me I look for the source
Nigga f*ck that I'm the source
I can give a f*ck what you thought
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
This shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
Shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
Y'all niggas know the count
It's a very large amount
Your BM came to my crib
Just sucked my dick and she bounced
Man I used to sell it by the ounce
Then I graduated to a pound
Put a slab on the table
I'll buss it all the way down
Man told that bitch I'm a dog
Oh yeah hoe I'm a hound
Don't call me for shit unless it's the dick
That's just how I get down
Nigga I'm a king and this fitted cap is what I wear for a crown
Got a bad bitch but my bad bitch always keep a bad bitch around
Man I graduated from the school of hard knocks no cap no gown
Now look who is the owner
Yeah bitch no diploma
Walk inside my trap house and you can smell the aroma
Nigga cocaine and crystalmeth and that good Marijuana
Kitchen cabinet full of syrup I ain't talking Aunt Jamama
Niggas claim that he want the beef till I cook they ass Benihanas
Big black 40 cal
Call that gun Wakanda
You don't want no drama
I'll turn this to hotel Rawanda
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
This shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
Shit raw I don't step on him
I can put some bread on him
Homie better go check on him
Word is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what's left of him
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Writer: Tarel Hunte
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Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Tarel Hunte
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