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Rich Flex
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Drake
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Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club Pay for 'bout ten n***as to get in We crunk, lit, in this b*t*h, yeah Know we walk around the world Steppin', not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at, yeah Get your a** mushed, smooshed (6ix) Yeah, 21, the biggest Put a n***a in the chicken wing, pu**y 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21) Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21) And 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21, 21) Drop some bars to my pu**y ex for me Then 21 (21), can you do somethin' for me? (Yeah) Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay) 21, do your thing 21, do your thing (21) Do your thing, 21, yeah okay Yellow diamonds in the watch, this sh*t cost a lot Never send a b*t*h your dot, that's how you get shot I DM in Vanish Mode, I do that sh*t a lot Took her panties off and this b*t*h thicker than the plot All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted If my opps ain't rappin', they a** duckin' You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it I know you on your period baby, can you suck it? I'm a savage (21) Smack her booty in Magic (21, 21) I'll slap a pu**y n***a with a ratchet (Pu**y) I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (Pu**y) Don't call me on Christmas Eve, b*t*h, call your daddy (21) B*t*h, call your uncle (21), b*t*h, don't call me (21) Always in my ear, your ho a flea (F**k) Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21) Paid like an athlete, I gotâ All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talkin' to It's a Slaughter Gang CEO I got d**k for you if I'm not workin', girl If I'm busy then f**k no You need to find you someone else to call When your bank account get low, you need to find you someoneâ Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I'm on that Slaughter Gang sh*t, ayy, murder gang sh*t Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh*t, ayy, murder gang sh*t, ayy Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome That's just what a n***a on Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy Nan' n***a seein' me, I'm Young Money CMB I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB The bad b*t*hes waitin' on a n***a like I'm PND I'm steady pushin' P, you n***as pushing PTSD I told her a** to kiss me in the club, f**k a TMZ I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB You rappers love askin' if I f**ked, when you know we did When you know we did She came in heels but she left out on her cozy sh*t Ayy, I'm livin every twenty-four like Kobe did Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8 Swear this sh*t is gettin' ate, I'm on ten for the cake Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate Fifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late 21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate N***as see Drake and they underestimate Take it from a vet', that's a rookie a** mistake, ayy Ah, ah Slaughter Gang sh*t, ayy, murder gang sh*t Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh*t, ayy, murder gang sh*t Ayy, Slaughter Gang sh*t, ayy, murder gang sh*t On God Boy, look, you the motherf**kin' man, boy, you, ooh You is the man, you hear me?
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