No Flex (feat. YMN) [Remix]
Rossy & T-Bone
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Hey, Rossy I don't gotta flex There ain't no chains that gon' hang round my neck Yuh, I ain't been slanging but still running checks I'm running these other dudes straight into debt Now I'm gonna collect Bet If they don't got the dough then their face and my fist get to know Docie do Yeah, they gonna connect I may steal their bitch And if so then she gon' genuflect And pay her respects So hop off my dick Don't need no diamonds on wrist And no nice fit To slide into the clit I'm just here to spit On the mic or a dyke type bitch And if you tryna fight, I go Mike Tyson I'll be knocking yo ass on the muhfucking curb And then sicking the boys when I'm giving the word I'll f*ck over whoever, got no self-concern So please do not try me I don't play nicely I'm not here playing dress-up with the brands I'm hunting for coochie and runnin' up bands If you gotta problem, you catching these hands You dense ass bitch, prolly don't understand Where is yo mans? Oh, shit I forgot I done got that boy clocked out up at the lot Left his body to rot Now he probably gone Yeah, he up with God Oh, shit wait Nah, man He down in Hell You better get on man Or you go as well Send my regards Postcard in the mail I 'gon start my shit They'll be parting to bail Pardon my French But y'all just some bitches Talking yo shit And then flaunting yo riches I give no fucks I'm just here for the business Fucking it up And then leaving no witness On God I ain't been fucking with broads Just to say that I slay I just do what I want And man I don't get paid But hey that's ok I ain't here to go flex I'm just spraying the flames on the daily F*ck what they saying Yeah it do not phase me You place your value on chains and Mercedes I just place value on shit that 'gon make me good Making me feel just the way that I should That's word to my friends and that's word to the hook Yeah I ain't gon flex just for likes and the looks I'm just messing with syllables, getting y'all shook I'm Leaving 'em dead til the feds gonna book me I ain't 'gon fess up for nothing, no cookie Only blinded by the booty and pussy I ain't chasing clout, I'm just tryna play hookie Yeah Shotgun until you just f*ck out my face I been at this shit since day 1 like a race I think they don't like me but I get my ways You stealing my thunder you copy and paste Where the f*ck are your manners, hah You f*ck that bitch it don't matter, hey She kinda thick like cake batter, aye I climb that shit with a ladder You think that it's funny Grabbing your hundreds and flexin' your hunnies Bitch on your waist, bucktooth just like bugs bunny Keep buying your flows with all your money F*ck on this shit Keep on attacking me I know that you'll split If not then your throat will be slit I don't care if they call me a fucking misfit, ha Bye, Rossy
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