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Flex Video (MV)




Performed By: Gran Marquies
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: CEVDET BURAK YAPAR, MIKKEL KAUCZKI COX




Gran Marquies - Flex Lyrics




Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Baby leg on the pistol laser beam so I hit cha follow me
Or I'll leave ya f*ck with mine and I'll kill ya leave ya dead for them people
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace

Say my name bitch like you sponsor me this shit is easy like it came with instructions
Cooking dope at a play house I got the recipe I'm my own boss I don't f*ck with no wanna B's
Know real life killers who humble know niggas who'll rob you or kidnap your momma
This shit is real everybody on the come up fighting these cases got a young nigga fed up
Inside my cabinet ain't nothing but baking soda I think I gotta cooking disorder
9 millimeter attached with that either them hollow points hit cha gone eat through yo tissue
No face no case so I make sure I end you do dirt by myself I don't need co defendents
Down in my city if you talk to them people them soldiers come see you and shoot up yo temple

Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Baby leg on the pistol laser beam so I hit cha follow me
Or I'll leave ya f*ck with mine and I'll kill ya leave ya dead for them people
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace

Rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Hammer make a mess aiming for ya neck bitch keep calling my line talking bout she miss daddy sex
Chasing the money so I don't have time f*ck rapping with you nigga talk to the iron
Winning the race with blood on my hands dressed in all black with that Joker in my pants
Finessed ya broad outta some head in her friend told her my name and she know who I is
My face good I put in over time in the field I ain't go f*ck with you if I know you ain't real
If you offered a deal man I know you gone squill gookin on pills uh get you killed
You said that I wouldn't and I said that I will look atcha now stretched out in the field

Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Baby leg on the pistol laser beam so I hit cha follow me
Or I'll leave ya f*ck with mine and I'll kill ya leave ya dead for them people
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace
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Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Baby leg on the pistol laser beam so I hit cha follow me
Or I'll leave ya f*ck with mine and I'll kill ya leave ya dead for them people
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace

Say my name bitch like you sponsor me this shit is easy like it came with instructions
Cooking dope at a play house I got the recipe I'm my own boss I don't f*ck with no wanna B's
Know real life killers who humble know niggas who'll rob you or kidnap your momma
This shit is real everybody on the come up fighting these cases got a young nigga fed up
Inside my cabinet ain't nothing but baking soda I think I gotta cooking disorder
9 millimeter attached with that either them hollow points hit cha gone eat through yo tissue
No face no case so I make sure I end you do dirt by myself I don't need co defendents
Down in my city if you talk to them people them soldiers come see you and shoot up yo temple

Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Baby leg on the pistol laser beam so I hit cha follow me
Or I'll leave ya f*ck with mine and I'll kill ya leave ya dead for them people
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace

Rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Hammer make a mess aiming for ya neck bitch keep calling my line talking bout she miss daddy sex
Chasing the money so I don't have time f*ck rapping with you nigga talk to the iron
Winning the race with blood on my hands dressed in all black with that Joker in my pants
Finessed ya broad outta some head in her friend told her my name and she know who I is
My face good I put in over time in the field I ain't go f*ck with you if I know you ain't real
If you offered a deal man I know you gone squill gookin on pills uh get you killed
You said that I wouldn't and I said that I will look atcha now stretched out in the field

Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Flexing in front of these hoes acting like you can't get wacked in the club
Catch you while you slipin drinking that mud I bet you get sober when you hear them drums
Baby leg on the pistol laser beam so I hit cha follow me
Or I'll leave ya f*ck with mine and I'll kill ya leave ya dead for them people
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace
It's like I'm running a race I don't slow down I keep pace
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Writer: CEVDET BURAK YAPAR, MIKKEL KAUCZKI COX
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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