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T-Fresh - Flexin lyrics

Flexin' on you hoes
Chillin' with the bros
Pouring up some 4's
Yea, we outta control
Yea, we are the men
You cannot be friends
Yea, we don't pretend
Them bullets make him bend

Flexin' on you hoes
Chillin' with the bros
Pouring up some 4's
Yea, we outta control
Yea, we are the men
You cannot be friends
Yea, we don't pretend
Them bullets make him bend

I said I'm flexin' on you hoes, got no self control
You know i got the strap and it's ready to ready to reload
Shoot em' with that mopstick, them bullets hit ya friend
Yea, that's the end, you can say goodbye to him
That's the sound of guns, yea we got them drums
Shooting like it's nothing, we do this for fun

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Pull up to your crib, rollin' round the 30 clip
I'll let that gun rip, munching on some chips
Ya b**h, she s** my dick
I'm getting knowledge
I'm bouta be in college and you know I'm bout it

Im trappin' like it's easy, and all these n***as wanna be me
I don't know what they see in me, but I'm stuntin' like im Yeezy

Flexin' on you hoes
Chillin' with the bros
Pouring up some 4's
Yea, we outta control
Yea, we are the men
You cannot be friends
Yea, we don't pretend
Them bullets make him bend

Flexin' on you hoes
Chillin' with the bros
Pouring up some 4's
Yea, we outta control
Yea, we are the men
You cannot be friends
Yea, we don't pretend
Them bullets make him bend

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