Flex Lyrics - Cruisin Da City (vol. 1) - Slim

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Shawty I'm flexin 

In the court room burning dro 

Give a fuck about the judge 

What you think my money for? 

Shawty I'm flexin 

Ocean front view 

And my trap is 

Like my weed like my girl like my car 

Shawty I'm flexin 

White green red watch yellow chain tacky 

We flexin not matchin 

Shawty I'm flexin 

Black and white donk 

Zebra skins 

Sittin on an elephant 

Took your girl to Japan 

Shawty we flexin 

Stunt, ball like there's no tomorrow 

Threw a hundred grand at my chauffeur 

Shawty, I got gwalla 

If she roll with Waka Flame 

Then you know that girl gone swallow 

Holla at her ass tomarrow 

She gon' come she gon' bang 

But a nigga ain't gon' stress her 

In da club make it rain 

Shawty with a fucking Desert 

Blue and white candy paint 

Looking like Barry Sanders 

So Icey flex game 

Shawty we da new Atlanta 

We da new atlanta 

We flexin', yup! 

We ridin', yup! 

We iced up and we ain't matchin 

They might snatch him 

They might grab him 

His name Waka Flocka flex 

We gotta have him 

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Flex, flex, diamonds round my neck 

Young Juiceman and these diamonds I'm gon' flex 

Red chain blue chain 

Call my shit So Icey chain 

32 Ent. and I made me a stupid chain 

Houses by the lake 

Diamonds like a snake 

Young Juiceman 

And he super duper straight 

It's Brick Squad, dawg 

And you should buy this tape 

And it's Oj da Juice, Gucci, Waka Flocka straight 

I be Hulk Hogan flexin' 

Macho Man flexin' 

Juice mane, Gucci Mane, Flocka Flame flexin' 

Frenchie copped another watch 

And Wooh just bought a necklace 

I bought me a Rolls Royce 

And parked it on the 'Crest, bitch 

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