B.O.B - Flexed Up lyrics

rate me

They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool

You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you

Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

Anybody looking for the old me? Go down for my old shit

Coming at a nigga with a sneak diss, might as well put it out in the open

It ain’t about the price tag, this why I never look at the price tag

Nothing going on and on, but I am killing this shit, but nigga, warp brain

All I hear is loud picks, all I see is satellites

I don’t trust these hoes, no, not even in my afterlife

No love for the bloodsuckers tryina snatch a piece, they tryina grab a bite

Who would’ve guessed this type of life would generate this much of an appetite?

Life is a 8 count so I’m always ahead about two steps

And to this day I still ain’t seen a nigga coming close to what I do yet

That’s why she choosing up, she tooted up like a true vet

And she down for the crew, she giving that crew name

They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool

You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you

Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

These impostors deserve an Oscar

They know I’m sick, flow is nauseous, I need a doctor

If she do it proper she on the rising

But I just ain’t saving hoes, I’m no Kevin Costner

You looking for me? You know where I’m at

I’m up at the suite, party of three

The ball 23 but one of the greatest arguably

You hear what I hear? The stocks went up so pardon the fee

Don’t get it twisted, how can I change?

I’m still the same nigga, just harder to reach

I’m self-made and I’m certified, flexed up like I’m working out

I spit flames it’s Kirby time I’m so fly I might burn alive

In her hair like curling iron, she grip that wood like turpentine

I asked her what that mouth do then she verbalized

They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool

You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you

Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing, I’m flexing

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot