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Foreva Flexin
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Yhung T.O.
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Ayy, Money, you can bring that seven up to me, right? RBE, Real Boiis gon' ride for me It ain't hard for your a** to see I got a couple shooters on my team ([?][0:16]) Just 'cause you say that you gon' do it, that don't mean a thing (Uh-huh) Where all the n***as at that I started with? A dope bundle and revolver was our starter kit A young n***a bustin' sales, we was marketin' (Huh?) Glock Scott pull up on his block, then we parkin' 'eem Four bands in one week, on some depressin' sh*t (I blew it) A couple blues for a vid to send a message with (Goofy) Somebody tell these lil' n***as who they messin' with The Flex God, better say a prayer or he blessin' him (B*t*h) Ya lil' n***as is my kids 'round this b*t*h (Huh?) Workin' out, do my dance, I got gigs 'round this b*t*h (What?) And free my n***as out the pin in this b*t*h (Free 'em) Blunt hangin' my mouth like a cig' in this b*t*h They want the old Streets back, b*t*h, I been that Ten years old, that's when I pushed my first wig back (Bah) Eleven years old, that's when I shot my first big back (Argh) By twelve, I was makin' n***as strip like, "Where your sh*t at?" (Give it up) Dreadhead with the stick, off the codeine Always looking for a lick, that's the old me I'm out the 'jects, threes up, that's the home team Talking crazy, on your neck, that's a whole beef I got fifty in this Glock, shoot the whole thing I been buggin' for three days, I popped a whole bean N***as wonderin' what really done got into me I done lost some real n***as, ain't no sympathy I done put that pu**y on your chain, now you remember him I got you n***as screamin', unh, gang, now you remember me And I will never be the f**kin' same since what they did to me I took them leg shots like a mane, it ain't did sh*t to me I'm slidin' on n***as and replaying like a scratched CD (Where they at?) No bets for n***as, we leavin' n***as where the fishes be I got plans for n***as, shoot off his hands, now how he finna eat? No air for n***as, Jordin Sparks, how he finna breathe? RBE, Real Boiis gon' ride for me It ain't hard for your a** to see I got a couple shooters on my team Just 'cause you say that you gon' do it, that don't mean a thing (Uh-huh) RBE, Real Boiis gon' ride for me It ain't hard for your a** to see I got a couple shooters on my team Just 'cause you say that you gon' do it, that don't mean a thing (Uh-huh)
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