Fredo Santana - Flexing & Finessing lyrics
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Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Sipping on that Texas , Kush smoke for breakfast
Thirty for my weapons, trying to get hectic
Shooters they're just wishing to kill you in a second
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing,these bitches know I'm flexing
30 clip in that weapon, loud pack, no stressing
Three bands for the necklace, Gucci belt cost 3 50
The ops don't want to see Bibby
Never lacking , keep heat with me
In the streets with me, niggas know I'm the best out
My little niggas bring the tech out
Lou kicks when I step out, man that's flexing
No limit, we're reckless
Ride out and just wet shit, that forty leave your chest hit.
She can get hectic, round round with the base knocking
Ray bands then the hater blogging
I'm getting money, I make commas
8 shooters that's 8 doctors
And all of them got hollow tips ...
They leg shootingwe're dropping shit
No limit MB fuck the opposite I'm gone!
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Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Sipping on that text shit, Cush smoke for breakfast
Thirty for my rap bitch, trying to get hectic
Shooters they're just wishing to kill you in a second
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Fuck her, then I kick her out, get back to my riches (I'm gone!)
Keep bitches out my business, see me I'm never slipping
Not pull up when you're sleeping, your body drop, I'm pimping
Catch me in the kitchen, stretch it, I'm trying to get it
Stretch it in the back, look who's about to get it(Let's get it!)
Anywhere he looks at, you know I'm trying to hit it!
(We need that!)
Cooling in the projects ... up in my closet
Ten ..in my pocket,
Niggas say they're real, but they're fake, you gotta watch it!
Niggas say they want beef, but they wanna squash it
No talking, I'mma pop it, just actual bitch I'm popping!
On Twitter I'm the topic, I don't do no fussing
Just try me, I'mma bust it, bang, bang
Chorus:
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Sipping on that text shit, Cush smoke for breakfast
Thirty for my rap bitch, trying to get hectic
Shooters they're just wishing to kill you in a second
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
In the club a hundred b, all these... on me
Bitches watching... stopping, trying dance on me
No ID, I'm VIP, hit the scene and most gonna sound
Pull up in the.. they eat .. before I know they're name
But they still know who I'll be... know what's up
Sipping purple in this cup, sip the purple in this blood
Afraid of what will turn up, we got that thirty in the cut
Trying to act tough like the... up in the dust
I stay sacked of, that's a must
I'll be packed up like a bus
I get packed rush when I puff
My team bowling hard, you all falling out
Better back out or get dumped
Bitch, you're flexing hard and you're running now
Might fuck around to get..
So don't fuck round and get slummed
Chorus:
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Sipping on that text shit, Cush smoke for breakfast
Thirty for my rap bitch, trying to get hectic
Shooters they're just wishing to kill you in a second
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
Thanks to DJ L for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Ash for correcting these lyrics
