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Flex Design Video (MV)




Performed By: G Gotit
Featuring: Chubzz
Length: 2:18
Written by: Brandon Martinez, Deeshawn Merrick




G Gotit - Flex Design Lyrics




[ Featuring Chubzz ]

Big booty bitch so fine
She love how i flex design
Yeah i shoot with the deuce or nine
Paper chasin im livin my life
Bitch im sippin on lean dolph
All these racks turn to ya boy ah boss
10 packs throw it up get tossed
Aint talkin big bag get losted
Bitch im coppin it all

F*ck it
I hit from the back
Been got in my bag
No cap
Run up on me
You Get wacked
In my feelings
I'm popping these tags
So creative
When I'm off a xan
Hop off to a check
When I land
All blue hunnits
Now I am the man
Too much drip
It just came in from France

Plug come thru he gone bring the supplies
Bring the pressure im finna apply
Yo bitch on my ride she want slide
Shawty buss it for me & the guyz
She aint shy let me grip thighs
Now her man outhea wondering why
Big packs what i smoke while im up on my flight
Bout f*ck on yo bitch for the rest of night

Never wanted to rap
I was too busy trapping
She eating my kids
No need for a napkin
Can't do no more cappin
These niggas is actors
Run up on you
Lil nigga what happen
Niggas is runners
My niggas is gunnin
Can't switch on my nigga
I'm staying 100
I grind everyday at least make me a hunnit
I go to mall spend it all
I'm like f*ck it

4 Lines in my sprite
Vv my ice
Let me grip on her head & i do it polite
Baby jackin my shyt got her ex nikka tight
Bankroll bankroll pockets filled up with cream
Say that she love you then f*ck on the team
No kap in my rap
Steady thumbin thru racks
Redbone throw it back
Bout to pull out her tracks
Cuttys callin my jack
Tryna see where im at

Got in the club wit my gun
This choppa gon rip thru ya lungs
Niggas ain't got no money
They bums
Get the shooting
It ain't no fair ons
You talking bout drip
I'm on top
Keep it solid
Don't talk to the cops
Get sum money
Went buss down my watch
Made sum money my hustle
Ain't stopping

Bitch im always on i could never be late
2 Face lil nikka just keep em away
Boy you aint countin paper with me the gang
Man this aint the same
Couple racks on my chain
Im just tryna get rich if you know what im saying
Got that hoe giving top
Pink panties gone drop
Double R inda lot
Hella guap young nikka bitch you know that im hot
I can't stop ima head all the way to the top

She like how I'm cool
Ac
All my bitches fine
Kayce
She suck on my dick
She wan taste me
I pull out the Draco
And spay it
I got on off white
Like a racist
Made sum music
Now a nigga made it
These niggas cappin
They be fakin
Smokin Reefa
Like a young jamaican
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Big booty bitch so fine
She love how i flex design
Yeah i shoot with the deuce or nine
Paper chasin im livin my life
Bitch im sippin on lean dolph
All these racks turn to ya boy ah boss
10 packs throw it up get tossed
Aint talkin big bag get losted
Bitch im coppin it all

F*ck it
I hit from the back
Been got in my bag
No cap
Run up on me
You Get wacked
In my feelings
I'm popping these tags
So creative
When I'm off a xan
Hop off to a check
When I land
All blue hunnits
Now I am the man
Too much drip
It just came in from France

Plug come thru he gone bring the supplies
Bring the pressure im finna apply
Yo bitch on my ride she want slide
Shawty buss it for me & the guyz
She aint shy let me grip thighs
Now her man outhea wondering why
Big packs what i smoke while im up on my flight
Bout f*ck on yo bitch for the rest of night

Never wanted to rap
I was too busy trapping
She eating my kids
No need for a napkin
Can't do no more cappin
These niggas is actors
Run up on you
Lil nigga what happen
Niggas is runners
My niggas is gunnin
Can't switch on my nigga
I'm staying 100
I grind everyday at least make me a hunnit
I go to mall spend it all
I'm like f*ck it

4 Lines in my sprite
Vv my ice
Let me grip on her head & i do it polite
Baby jackin my shyt got her ex nikka tight
Bankroll bankroll pockets filled up with cream
Say that she love you then f*ck on the team
No kap in my rap
Steady thumbin thru racks
Redbone throw it back
Bout to pull out her tracks
Cuttys callin my jack
Tryna see where im at

Got in the club wit my gun
This choppa gon rip thru ya lungs
Niggas ain't got no money
They bums
Get the shooting
It ain't no fair ons
You talking bout drip
I'm on top
Keep it solid
Don't talk to the cops
Get sum money
Went buss down my watch
Made sum money my hustle
Ain't stopping

Bitch im always on i could never be late
2 Face lil nikka just keep em away
Boy you aint countin paper with me the gang
Man this aint the same
Couple racks on my chain
Im just tryna get rich if you know what im saying
Got that hoe giving top
Pink panties gone drop
Double R inda lot
Hella guap young nikka bitch you know that im hot
I can't stop ima head all the way to the top

She like how I'm cool
Ac
All my bitches fine
Kayce
She suck on my dick
She wan taste me
I pull out the Draco
And spay it
I got on off white
Like a racist
Made sum music
Now a nigga made it
These niggas cappin
They be fakin
Smokin Reefa
Like a young jamaican
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Writer: Brandon Martinez, Deeshawn Merrick
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