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Issues - Flexin Lyrics



Issues - Flexin Lyrics




Late on my rent
But I just copped the new Timbs
And yeah car got a flat
But I got salt on my rim
Nobody knows
I keep the tags on my clothes
Yeah, I got bills that are due
But I got money to blow

My daddy's in my ear
He said watch your f*cking money
My mama's talking shit
Burned a hole right through his pocket
I don't wanna hear
I just wanna get this honey
No, I don't wanna hear

My flexin' is a problem
My flexin' is a problem
My flexin' is a problem, yeah
My flexin' is a problem, ooh
Wallet like a cemetery
I might go and wake the dead
My flexin' is a problem
I gotta spend it til there's nothing left

Late on my rent
But I just copped the new Tims
And yeah my car got a flat
But I got salt on my rim
Called out of work
I'm 'bout to drink til' it hurts
They'll be like "Ooh bitch, he snapped
Off in his Gucci T-shirt"

My daddy's in my ear
He said watch your f*cking money
My mama's talking shit
Burned a hole right through his pocket
I don't wanna hear
I just wanna get this honey
No, I don't wanna hear

My flexin' is a problem
My flexin' is a problem
My flexin' is a problem, yeah
My flexin' is a problem, ooh
Wallet like a cemetery
I might go and wake the dead
My flexin' is a problem
I gotta spend it til there's nothing left
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Late on my rent
But I just copped the new Timbs
And yeah car got a flat
But I got salt on my rim
Nobody knows
I keep the tags on my clothes
Yeah, I got bills that are due
But I got money to blow

My daddy's in my ear
He said watch your f*cking money
My mama's talking shit
Burned a hole right through his pocket
I don't wanna hear
I just wanna get this honey
No, I don't wanna hear

My flexin' is a problem
My flexin' is a problem
My flexin' is a problem, yeah
My flexin' is a problem, ooh
Wallet like a cemetery
I might go and wake the dead
My flexin' is a problem
I gotta spend it til there's nothing left

Late on my rent
But I just copped the new Tims
And yeah my car got a flat
But I got salt on my rim
Called out of work
I'm 'bout to drink til' it hurts
They'll be like "Ooh bitch, he snapped
Off in his Gucci T-shirt"

My daddy's in my ear
He said watch your f*cking money
My mama's talking shit
Burned a hole right through his pocket
I don't wanna hear
I just wanna get this honey
No, I don't wanna hear

My flexin' is a problem
My flexin' is a problem
My flexin' is a problem, yeah
My flexin' is a problem, ooh
Wallet like a cemetery
I might go and wake the dead
My flexin' is a problem
I gotta spend it til there's nothing left
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Writer: Adrian Rebollo, Derek Carter, Josh Manuel, Lenard Skolnik, SEAN BOWE, Skyler Acord
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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