Pooh - Flex On Em lyrics

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Pooh - Flex On Em lyrics

[Verse 1] All these bands on me, I can't f**ing move All these bands on me, I can't f**ing move All these bands on me, I can't f**ing move Where my Louie go, I spilled it on my shoes My body it get chilly, when I rock my j**els I be looking like a dolphin in these yellow Trues Baby I can't dance, but my diamonds can So many Franklin's in my pocket, bust the rubber band Chillin on a fifth, I think I'm bro-man If I can't f** yo b**h, then my brother can My main girl said she don't go with me, I don't give a f** I got all kinds of hoes White Pradas black shoe strings, these b**hes looking like dominoes Might catch a cold, cause my wrist froze I hit her once, then we switch hoes Y'all switch things, switch jeans I been handcuffed since I was 16 In a Gucci tee, and it's kinda tight Rat b**h, say I'm dressing white Just mad she ain't spend the night Tell her head first, then she get the pipe Bye bye you gotta leave ho, buffed up like Deebo Any n***a try to rob me, he a jacka** like Steve-O [Hook] If I don't like that n***a, I'm gone flex on him These hoes they ain't sh**, I don't stress on 'em True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em Ima sh** on these n***as, make a mess on 'em All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em If I don't like that n***a, I'm gone flex on him If I don't like that b**h, I'm gone flex on her These Louie sneakers, b**h come play chess on em [Verse 2] White girl tryna smoke me one With a choosin b**h, and I'm the chosen one Give y'all n***as the Gucci watch, on my left wrist is the frozen one All these Louies in the shoe boxes, I don't know what color let me open one Riding around in this Rolex, hoes tweeting me it's that over ton That's no lie, circle tighter than a bow tie I'm high as hell, love Gucci belts no YSL With a model b**h, and she shy as hell She don't speak, but she scream loud when you hittin deep If you don't work, you don't eat n***as starving like Marvin, see more green n***a then it's sparking Like barking, you a funny guy, Martin If the blunt rolled, then I spark it Yeah that sh** rolled, then I spark it My b**h mad cause I'm high again, her legs spread and I'm diving in No peek-a-boo Diamonds yellow like Pikachu, Louie frames what I'm peeking through [Hook] If I don't like that n***a, I'm gone flex on him These hoes they ain't sh**, I don't stress on 'em True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em Ima sh** on these n***as, make a mess on 'em All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em If I don't like that n***a, I'm gone flex on him If I don't like that b**h, I'm gone flex on her These Louie sneakers, b**h come play chess on em

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