Flexin by Chelsea Jane Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I called up your boy, he my side piece, a dope choice
We smoke till we rowdy then fuck in his Rolls-Royce
He go down with his grill in, it don't come out to eat this
That's pure gold on my pooch like rich dogs on leashes
These bitches got teachers, I doubt they teachin' a thesis
Up on my masterpieces, my masterpieces
You see they hung over my fire like they mantelpieces
But why you piecin' up pieces, my wingmen show you their pieces
Your man got one hit and OD'd like how you run beaches
I mean you runnin' up, yeah yeah, your style is still cheap then
You ain't grabbin' these then, he grippin' my Ds and
It's cherry beef all season and that probably be the reason
[Chorus]
I get the flexin'
Gettin' head in my bed, believe I'm flexin'
I get the flexin'
Gettin' head in my bed, believe I'm flexin'
[Verse 2]
See, you wanna pass when I come back, when I come back [?]
Forget about shit that's been and gone when they see me up on VH1
Cos you know by now I've been winnin' strong [?]
I'm just swimmin', I been livin' in a Vegas house with my women
Cos you don't mean this without running a risk, got a really nice whip and a crib to match
Don't want yours, baby, I got mine [?] papers stacked
Baby want it, no, no, no, had to lock this down, down, down
Ladies, make him show, show, show how he go south, south, south
[Chorus]
You get the flexin'
Gettin' head in your bed, believe you flexin'
You get the flexin'
Gettin' head in your bed, believe you flexin'
[Post-Chorus]
I put the flex on it
I put the flex on it
I put the flex on it
I put the flex on it
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
[Verse 3]
That man he committed, I left for a minute, now he wanna be, wanna be all back in it
I put the flex on it till there's nothing left of him
I put the flex on him till there's nothing left of him
I put the flex on it till there's nothing left of him
I put the flex on him till there's nothing left of him
Till there's nothing left of him
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
I called up your boy, he my side piece, a dope choice
We smoke till we rowdy then fuck in his Rolls-Royce
He go down with his grill in, it don't come out to eat this
That's pure gold on my pooch like rich dogs on leashes
These bitches got teachers, I doubt they teachin' a thesis
Up on my masterpieces, my masterpieces
You see they hung over my fire like they mantelpieces
But why you piecin' up pieces, my wingmen show you their pieces
Your man got one hit and OD'd like how you run beaches
I mean you runnin' up, yeah yeah, your style is still cheap then
You ain't grabbin' these then, he grippin' my Ds and
It's cherry beef all season and that probably be the reason
[Chorus]
I get the flexin'
Gettin' head in my bed, believe I'm flexin'
I get the flexin'
Gettin' head in my bed, believe I'm flexin'
[Verse 2]
See, you wanna pass when I come back, when I come back [?]
Forget about shit that's been and gone when they see me up on VH1
Cos you know by now I've been winnin' strong [?]
I'm just swimmin', I been livin' in a Vegas house with my women
Cos you don't mean this without running a risk, got a really nice whip and a crib to match
Don't want yours, baby, I got mine [?] papers stacked
Baby want it, no, no, no, had to lock this down, down, down
Ladies, make him show, show, show how he go south, south, south
[Chorus]
You get the flexin'
Gettin' head in your bed, believe you flexin'
You get the flexin'
Gettin' head in your bed, believe you flexin'
[Post-Chorus]
I put the flex on it
I put the flex on it
I put the flex on it
I put the flex on it
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
[Verse 3]
That man he committed, I left for a minute, now he wanna be, wanna be all back in it
I put the flex on it till there's nothing left of him
I put the flex on him till there's nothing left of him
I put the flex on it till there's nothing left of him
I put the flex on him till there's nothing left of him
Till there's nothing left of him
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la
Ooh, ya ya, he want this ooh la la