Issue No 110 Flex Lyrics

Flex, flex, flex, I'm flexing
I asked her does she wanna go to Mars or not
I grab a molly, trap it in the bottle

Uno, dos, tres, that just be my pace
Feel like I just done that, I'm loving how it taste
They be that's that Tarantino, catch on to my lingo
Diva with me knock out, '
I tuck and tuck my burner, see this don't concern her
Now she see, she do see, baby, this is how you learning
'I can do you nasty, sexy and she sassy
She was in Bugasi, t-shirt and her panties
I be your papi, yeah, nigga, get happy
I'm here to do damage, fuck something and panic

Flex, flex, flex, I'm flexing
I asked her does she wanna go to Mars or not
I grab a molly, trap it in the bottle

Right now never too late, man down, I'll go made that
I'll be getting to it '
Nice as hell, I know I'm wicked, don't wanna leave it sticky
Me, I just keep busy, fucking till we busy
Scuse me, I demand this, chica say she Spanish
Scuse me, please, I do this, I'll finish your sentence
You be that bitch tricky, I'mma fuck her though she sneaky
Made a mark, I left a hicky, we be drinking, got me pussy

Now I flex, flex, flex, I'm flexing
I asked her does she wanna go to Mars or not
I grab a molly, trap it in the bottle
Flex, flex, flex, I'm flexing
I asked her does she wanna go to Mars or not
I grab a molly, trap it in the bottle