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Willie Bee - Flex on Em Lyrics



Willie Bee - Flex on Em Lyrics




I ran my money up on dem bitches
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em

I got dem hoes and dem niggas
Lookin like
What's next homie
What's next homie

My shootas
My shootas on my line
And dey tryna really go
And wet sumn' (Wet sumn)

A real nigga bounced back
Made sumn' outta nothin nigga
(Nigga nigga nigga)

Real shit (Real shit)
Real shit (Real shit)
I was broke (Oh yea)
Now I'm rich!
Got out da chain gang
Like f*ck dis shit
I got a .45
And bought a brick
I left my bitch
Got wit da shit
Sold so many bricks you woulda thought da shit was legit
I'm in da mix
I'm getting rich
Yo life counterfeit
I got all kinda shit
(I do, I do, I do)

These Rolex diamonds i got will change the climate quick
I got' yo bitch and my bitch on my dick that's kinda slick
Dat kinda shit
Yeah dat kinda rich
Yeah dat kind of shit
Yeah yeah dat kinda rich

I ran my money up on dem bitches
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em

I got dem hoes and dem niggaz
Lookin like what's next homie
What's next homie... what's next

My shootas, my shootas on my line and
Dey tryna really go and wet sumn' (Wet sumn)

A real nigga bounced back
Made sumn' outta nothin nigga
(Nigga nigga nigga)

I do da type'a shit you never seen done before
My life a stunt I shoulda been born with a bungee cord
The shit I do I should get an award for
I been broke da meter on da score board
These niggas roaring and these bitches fall in love for it
A real dope boy
I'm known to sell drugs boy
Drug lord
Big toys
Been had bands
Been doing the type of shit
You niggas can't stand
Can't understand
How i blow so many damn bands
And still keep hunnid thousand
Like it ain't nann

Stunt nigga
Stunt nigga
Yo life a front nigga
Smoke bigger blunts nigga

I ran my money up on dem bitches
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em

I got dem hoes and dem niggaz
Lookin like what's next homie
What's next homie... what's next

My shootas
My shootas on my line
And dey tryna really go
And wet sumn' (Wet sumn)

A real nigga bounced back made sumthin outta nothin nigga
(Nigga nigga nigga)
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I ran my money up on dem bitches
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em

I got dem hoes and dem niggas
Lookin like
What's next homie
What's next homie

My shootas
My shootas on my line
And dey tryna really go
And wet sumn' (Wet sumn)

A real nigga bounced back
Made sumn' outta nothin nigga
(Nigga nigga nigga)

Real shit (Real shit)
Real shit (Real shit)
I was broke (Oh yea)
Now I'm rich!
Got out da chain gang
Like f*ck dis shit
I got a .45
And bought a brick
I left my bitch
Got wit da shit
Sold so many bricks you woulda thought da shit was legit
I'm in da mix
I'm getting rich
Yo life counterfeit
I got all kinda shit
(I do, I do, I do)

These Rolex diamonds i got will change the climate quick
I got' yo bitch and my bitch on my dick that's kinda slick
Dat kinda shit
Yeah dat kinda rich
Yeah dat kind of shit
Yeah yeah dat kinda rich

I ran my money up on dem bitches
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em

I got dem hoes and dem niggaz
Lookin like what's next homie
What's next homie... what's next

My shootas, my shootas on my line and
Dey tryna really go and wet sumn' (Wet sumn)

A real nigga bounced back
Made sumn' outta nothin nigga
(Nigga nigga nigga)

I do da type'a shit you never seen done before
My life a stunt I shoulda been born with a bungee cord
The shit I do I should get an award for
I been broke da meter on da score board
These niggas roaring and these bitches fall in love for it
A real dope boy
I'm known to sell drugs boy
Drug lord
Big toys
Been had bands
Been doing the type of shit
You niggas can't stand
Can't understand
How i blow so many damn bands
And still keep hunnid thousand
Like it ain't nann

Stunt nigga
Stunt nigga
Yo life a front nigga
Smoke bigger blunts nigga

I ran my money up on dem bitches
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em
Now I'm finna flex on em

I got dem hoes and dem niggaz
Lookin like what's next homie
What's next homie... what's next

My shootas
My shootas on my line
And dey tryna really go
And wet sumn' (Wet sumn)

A real nigga bounced back made sumthin outta nothin nigga
(Nigga nigga nigga)
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Writer: Dontavius Martin
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Performed By: Willie Bee
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Dontavius Martin

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