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Chris Magneto - I8 Flex Lyrics



Chris Magneto - I8 Flex Lyrics
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Ay
Yea
Yo that metronome is loud
Yea
300 300
Gotta make it Gotta get it
I Gotta
Me and JT gang Yea
Me and Kevin Gang Yea
Tris and Tate Gang Gang
All I do is Slang Slang
Knockin' doors Bang Bang
Pockets on Ching-a-ling
There he go talking slick
There he go pockets thick
Me I ask why you hate
Pull up in the black i8
Turnt up for them racks (Ay)
Turnt up for them stacks
Turnt up for them bags (Ay)
Gotta get it erryday
Turnt up for them racks
Turnt up for them stacks (Ay)
Turnt up for them bags (Ay)
Gotta get it erryday
Yea Yea
I got 300 rolls
I got 300 goals
F*ck ya 300 no's
Beat hard 300 Bose
Yea
Yea
Mmhmm
This is how I roll Yea
Living out my soul Yea
Hittin' all my goals Yea
Told ya I'm a soldier
Goin' hard can't be stopped
Bank roll on a roll
Check me out my money stroll
Legend money honor roll
Daddy got my back Yea
All my family back There
Finally got me back Here
Proud to be black Yea
Yo
My Father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us for our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
And the power, and the glory
For ever and ever
Amen
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English

Ay
Yea
Yo that metronome is loud
Yea
300 300
Gotta make it Gotta get it
I Gotta
Me and JT gang Yea
Me and Kevin Gang Yea
Tris and Tate Gang Gang
All I do is Slang Slang
Knockin' doors Bang Bang
Pockets on Ching-a-ling
There he go talking slick
There he go pockets thick
Me I ask why you hate
Pull up in the black i8
Turnt up for them racks (Ay)
Turnt up for them stacks
Turnt up for them bags (Ay)
Gotta get it erryday
Turnt up for them racks
Turnt up for them stacks (Ay)
Turnt up for them bags (Ay)
Gotta get it erryday
Yea Yea
I got 300 rolls
I got 300 goals
F*ck ya 300 no's
Beat hard 300 Bose
Yea
Yea
Mmhmm
This is how I roll Yea
Living out my soul Yea
Hittin' all my goals Yea
Told ya I'm a soldier
Goin' hard can't be stopped
Bank roll on a roll
Check me out my money stroll
Legend money honor roll
Daddy got my back Yea
All my family back There
Finally got me back Here
Proud to be black Yea
Yo
My Father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us for our trespasses
As we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
And the power, and the glory
For ever and ever
Amen
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Writer: Christopher Hall
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Chris Magneto - I8 Flex Video
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Performed By: Chris Magneto
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Christopher Hall

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