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Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes
Can I flex?
Yes Yes
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes
Can I flex?
Yes Yes
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Smoke Chuppa
Who got the flame for your hookah?
I'm the gasman for the cook up
Don't stress we just getting prepped
For a lil flex now
You want some of this?
Put the motherfucking check down
Oh my gawd
Oh my goodness
Oh my grace
Wilding out in the hood like every motherfucking day
We the party clique
Flexing that all the way from the bottom shit
If your hatred hasnt dropped
We make sure body did
Flex 1-hunnid the second that imma run it
Put my haters in a headlock
Like a bucket full of nuggets
Swear to God shit get litty when I'm out here with the mobb
Haters talk
Let em talk
I'm like yayaya shimmy ya
This a lil something for the squad
All day every day with that spinach in my jaws
Oldskool type of wave with a lil bit now
We don't wanna hear no base if that shit aint dripping sauce
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes
Can I flex?
Yes Yes
Can I flex?
Yes Yes Oh My God
Can I flex?
Yes Yes
Can I flex?