Flex 4eva lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Intro: BeatKing]
These n*ggas don't like us
I don't like me walk in the club dog

[Chorus: BeatKing]
All these b*tches on my di*k
I tell these hoes to keep calm
Keep calm
Tell these hoes to keep calm
These n*ggas looking salty
Cause they b*tch up on my arm
On my arm
20 Benz up in my palm hold up
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
We gonna flex 4eva
Stack them checks forever
It's level for this chick and I'm on another level
My chains cost a lot higher
My car's a lot more flier
You in the ball and still paying notes
I pay cash I'm a buyer
My b*tches be a lot...
My pockets way more feather
That's why them boys be hating but I'm a millionaire don't matter
Yo b*tch is my side b*tch
All I buy is fly sh*t
Every season my rides switch
I barely even get to drive it
Cheerios I side your bones
Being J in my 'sace clothes
Cracking ace and deuces
I only f*ck with no Gucci
I know the haters is sick of me
Just bought my fifth Bentley
Never going broke but all night
This b*tch I live that boss life
[Chorus: BeatKing]
All these b*tches on my di*k
I tell these hoes to keep calm
Keep calm
Tell these hoes to keep calm
These n*ggas looking salty
Cause they b*tch up on my arm
On my arm
20 Benz up in my palm hold up
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)

[Verse 2: Boston George]
Dope boy I've been what
Smoke Kush like I make love
She eating di*k like she ate it
Slime can take some of this hate for me
Beat King got the club jumping
Real n*ggas we in this hope
Don't come around us b*tch we ain't f*cking
Turn the keys we burn and breathe
When it comes stunt it's a murder scene
Been in LA right by the door
The b*tch get drunk it's time to go
Photo shoot on this f*cking couch
Bad b*tches like to pick'em up
f*ck for one then I kick them out
The next time they'll be sitting up
Don't do much I'm finessing
Don't talk much I'm impressing
She Xed me with that...
I told you b*tch is my whip
My key with chain like a cooler
I hit the b*tch the whole ruler
She's sucking di*k like a hooka
I've been kidding sh*t
Nothing new to her
[Chorus: BeatKing]
All these b*tches on my di*k
I tell these hoes to keep calm
Keep calm
Tell these hoes to keep calm
These n*ggas looking salty
Cause they b*tch up on my arm
On my arm
20 Benz up in my palm hold up
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
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