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Flexx! Video (MV)




Performed By: Audi Ku'jahmae
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Kevon Arenas




Audi Ku'jahmae - Flexx! Lyrics
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(We have the Drop BanditZ over here)
FLEXX
I ain't scared of you muthaf*ckas
I'mma tell you something straight off the muthaf*ckin' press
I ain't come here for no foolishness
Give it to em
I could throw shade over your whole state, on some eclipse shit, but I don't hate
I just let you do you, like I did
Look at what it all came to: "F*ck a bitch, pursue presidents"
Franklin never lie
Y'all really wear that love shit as a disguise
Fake ass niggas, fake ass bitches
Blackout, shit flip, light switches
Bite back, dogs don't bark
They just spit like this over tracks by The Kurt
Is it lit? Don't doubt it
Hop up and out it in downtown Atlanta
My bucket looking cloudy, my volume to the loudest (KICK ASS!)
The model is the Geo, but you can call me Audi
Man down, wit every single beat another body
"Stand down" what the f*ck is that to a cop
That's why a nigga low key, got the whole floor locked
And you ain't on the level, insignificant ass nigga
The bass, the treble, and the loud to the max nigga
THX hit so hard, bust eardrums, snapping necks, you best protect
Yardie bandit, I be jammin', damn explicit, you can't ban it
10 toes down for my family
Where I've landed, see me stamp it
New standard, yes I planned it young nigga (They don't want it)
You don't understand goddammit
Can you imagine sex in cans, muthaf*ckas be shoplifting and shit
Folks be playing ball man
Say "Man what you getting ready to do?"
"Man I'm tired, I'mma get me some pack-a-pussy, I'm going in
KICK ASS
I am supreme, these black thoughts make me king
Black skin, in the sun I gleam
For a damn rap beat I fiend
The Kurt passed me some audio bling and I
FLEXX
Pastor told me to preach
Watch for the words you speak
People will mistake you for weak
I can see how people wanna cheat
I just burn like Cheech, nigga
FLEXX
Rawest of the airlines I roll, I roll
Way up in the stratosphere I go, I float
Who I put the work in for? My folk, my folk
Hoping by the end of this rhyme I blow
FLEXX
Letting Mr. Franklin climb inna my pocket
Hate it when he stops it
But the real ones don't die, Benjamin gotta multiply
Hunned times overtime, over time I
FLEXX
Yes I be the best from East to West
I guess it's a need to test
You need a desk, to let me teach a lesson
Take notes on a flow so progressive
FLEXX
The game's turned so regressive so I digress
Switch up and get aggressive
Make y'all digest the food for thought you never ate
Like the kids you are, these are yo veggies, bitch
Get ya bars up nigga
Women just do anything to ya, talk to ya any kind of way you wanna talk to somebody
It don't make no ma'f*ckin' sense
I'm in a bar minding my business, coolin' out, just being cool
Like I am....chilling....
Woman gon' come to me, this when she ask ya any goddamn thang she wanna do--
She said "Mac?" I said "Yeah, that's my name."
She said "Can I ask you a question?" I said "Yeah"
She says "Does pussy taste like pumpkin pie?"
Made me mad as hell, I said "Don't ask me no damn question like that, I ain't ever had no pumpkin pie!"
KICK ASS
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(We have the Drop BanditZ over here)
FLEXX
I ain't scared of you muthaf*ckas
I'mma tell you something straight off the muthaf*ckin' press
I ain't come here for no foolishness
Give it to em
I could throw shade over your whole state, on some eclipse shit, but I don't hate
I just let you do you, like I did
Look at what it all came to: "F*ck a bitch, pursue presidents"
Franklin never lie
Y'all really wear that love shit as a disguise
Fake ass niggas, fake ass bitches
Blackout, shit flip, light switches
Bite back, dogs don't bark
They just spit like this over tracks by The Kurt
Is it lit? Don't doubt it
Hop up and out it in downtown Atlanta
My bucket looking cloudy, my volume to the loudest (KICK ASS!)
The model is the Geo, but you can call me Audi
Man down, wit every single beat another body
"Stand down" what the f*ck is that to a cop
That's why a nigga low key, got the whole floor locked
And you ain't on the level, insignificant ass nigga
The bass, the treble, and the loud to the max nigga
THX hit so hard, bust eardrums, snapping necks, you best protect
Yardie bandit, I be jammin', damn explicit, you can't ban it
10 toes down for my family
Where I've landed, see me stamp it
New standard, yes I planned it young nigga (They don't want it)
You don't understand goddammit
Can you imagine sex in cans, muthaf*ckas be shoplifting and shit
Folks be playing ball man
Say "Man what you getting ready to do?"
"Man I'm tired, I'mma get me some pack-a-pussy, I'm going in
KICK ASS
I am supreme, these black thoughts make me king
Black skin, in the sun I gleam
For a damn rap beat I fiend
The Kurt passed me some audio bling and I
FLEXX
Pastor told me to preach
Watch for the words you speak
People will mistake you for weak
I can see how people wanna cheat
I just burn like Cheech, nigga
FLEXX
Rawest of the airlines I roll, I roll
Way up in the stratosphere I go, I float
Who I put the work in for? My folk, my folk
Hoping by the end of this rhyme I blow
FLEXX
Letting Mr. Franklin climb inna my pocket
Hate it when he stops it
But the real ones don't die, Benjamin gotta multiply
Hunned times overtime, over time I
FLEXX
Yes I be the best from East to West
I guess it's a need to test
You need a desk, to let me teach a lesson
Take notes on a flow so progressive
FLEXX
The game's turned so regressive so I digress
Switch up and get aggressive
Make y'all digest the food for thought you never ate
Like the kids you are, these are yo veggies, bitch
Get ya bars up nigga
Women just do anything to ya, talk to ya any kind of way you wanna talk to somebody
It don't make no ma'f*ckin' sense
I'm in a bar minding my business, coolin' out, just being cool
Like I am....chilling....
Woman gon' come to me, this when she ask ya any goddamn thang she wanna do--
She said "Mac?" I said "Yeah, that's my name."
She said "Can I ask you a question?" I said "Yeah"
She says "Does pussy taste like pumpkin pie?"
Made me mad as hell, I said "Don't ask me no damn question like that, I ain't ever had no pumpkin pie!"
KICK ASS
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Writer: Kevon Arenas
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