Fenix Flexin - From the Block lyrics

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Fenix Flexin - From the Block lyrics

[Intro: Fenix Flexin] (Cuddie Joe on this motherfu*ker) I'm with DBE, we came from the streets, ni**a I just poured a four in a Fanta peach [Chorus: Fenix Flexin] I'm with DBE, we came from the streets (That's the D-Block) We done got it out the mud, all we know is eat (Servin' rerock) Ayy, I ain't lackin', boy, I'm packin' heat (Boy, I'm packin' heat) Ayy, this yo' b*tch, I turned her to a freak (Ooh) I'm with DBE, b*tch, we totin' chops (Totin' chops) All up on the Billboard, we came from the block (We came from the block) I remember I was broke, now I rock Gucci socks (Ayy) Bando Baby 29 gon' let that Ruger pop (Buh, buh) [Verse 1: Dirtbike LB] So much [?] on my body, it don't work with me I know some ni**as in my city wanna murder me I got rich and now I see these ni**as turn on me And that is really burnin' me, I'm chillin' in some Burberry My ni**a caught a body out in Fairfax, he air it out Drugs up in my body, all the drama, I can't hear that Draco [?] like designer, he gon' wear that Wear my AP and my Rollie, I compare that And I'm still up in my kitchen (Kitchen), I can make a brick flip Really got me feelin' like a misfit I'm with Fenix and he flexin', my hitter bring the TEC in Told that b*tch her pussy impressive (Uh) [Chorus: Fenix Flexin] I'm with DBE, we came from the streets (That's the D-Block) We done got it out the mud, all we know is eat (Servin' rerock) Ayy, I ain't lackin', boy, I'm packin' heat (Boy, I'm packin' heat) Ayy, this yo' b*tch, I turned her to a freak (Ooh) I'm with DBE, b*tch, we totin' chops (Totin' chops) All up on the Billboard, we came from the block (We came from the block) I remember I was broke, now I rock Gucci socks (Ayy) Bando Baby 29 gon' let that Ruger pop (Buh, buh) [Verse 2: Young Adz] If she ain't got no Rollie, she ain't one of us Share her location with me and she does not fuss She need some ecstasy to see her through the night From LAX, I just put that b*tch on a flight-flight (Skeet-skeet) Bando 29, the Ruger go skeet-skeet One green light and that's yo' funeral, skeet-skeet Diamonds Aquafina, call them Aquafi-fi OT, trappin' out a B&B, skeet-skeet You know I'm the ni**a made it filthy rich (Rich) Lil' London ni**a from the mud, can't change that I'm a bad friend [?] Percocets, Percocets, [?] (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Fenix Flexin] I'm with DBE, we came from the streets (That's the D-Block) We done got it out the mud, all we know is eat (Servin' rerock) Ayy, I ain't lackin', boy, I'm packin' heat (Boy, I'm packin' heat) Ayy, this yo' b*tch, I turned her to a freak (Ooh) I'm with DBE, b*tch, we totin' chops (Totin' chops) All up on the Billboard, we came from the block (We came from the block) I remember I was broke, now I rock Gucci socks (Ayy) Bando Baby 29 gon' let that Ruger pop (Buh, buh) [Outro] (Cuddie Joe on this motherfu*ker)

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