Project Pat - Flexington lyrics

Mane I'm ridin' through the city on the [?] Chiefing bubble gum loud with a pint of that henny Haters I got plenty b**hes lookin' breaking there necks I got TV Johnny gold on my neck, so I flex Got this pretty yellow bone wanna take me on a date Cause a n***a at the crib He keep on coming in late That's your b**h need to get her Cause I hate to have to drop her Zero tolerance for n***as wanna trip about a bopper Couldn't stop her, if you wanted to Ho gon' be a ho She would never leave this pimpin' if you payed her to go I'm just ridin' makin' plays Gettin' bread off the scale Blow this loud in your face, mane you lames can go to hell [Hook:] I'm flexin' so hard in the street, they call me Flexington Flexington, Flexington, Flexington, Flexington I'm flexin' too hard in the street, they call me Flexington Flexington, Flexington, Flexington, Flexington I just sold me a quarter pack Blowin' on a quarter sack You other n***as speak the loud Project Pat just spit the facts Turnin' hundreds in a racks Chrome on a cadillac Your b**h did say out the dome Let me hit it from the back If I'm [?] police I would be wasting there time Need to be somewhere doing the job out there solving the crime No more time for a player I'm just getting to the bizness Catch me an rodeo in LA spending grizzness OG got my mind spinninin', I'm just grindinin' Laughing at you loser money train game winninin' I'm from Tennessee, but I got homies in Lexington Who got them foreign cars just like me Flexington [Hook]