Flex (Clean)

Flex - Polo G/Juice WRLD

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Chauncey Hollis/Chris Madine/Jarad A. Higgins/Dustin James Corbett

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Chauncey Hollis/Chris Madine/Jarad A. Higgins/Dustin James Corbett

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Natural born hustler n***a stuntin' is my strong suit

Flexin' with a hundred cash look at what these songs do

Gangster and a baller baby I do what I want to

I be with some steppers I don't care

'Bout what you gon' do

Wet s**t like the warriors all my n***as gon' shoot

He gon' have to take a loss some my n***as gone too

I know a bad b***h and I'm who she belong to

I just picked a cuban up from wafi

B***h these stones new

Dolce gabbanas on my feet and these my favorite pair

Got a lot to lose still can't be scared

To take it there

I was in them slums s**t get dreadful

Like some haitian hair

I come from that zoo it's just cobras pigs

And apes in there

1300 block b***h I caught my last cases there

Ain't no second chances in this s**t

So we can't play it fair

Foenem line s**t like a barber

Glock knock off his facial hair

Caught him lackin' in his whip they tryna

Find his face in there

Lil hop out he stay on go b***h all

He know is green light

Let off shots with accuracy showed 'em

What that beam like

Posted by that liquor store was sellin'

What the fiends like

Used to wake up in low income now

I live a dream life

Natural born hustler n***a stuntin' is my strong suit

Flexin' with a hundred cash

Look at what these songs do

Gangster and a baller baby I do what I want to

I be with some steppers I don't care

'Bout what you gon' do

Wet s**t like the warriors all my n***as gon' shoot

He gon' have to take a loss some my n***as gone too

I know a bad b***h and I'm who she belong to

I just picked a cuban up from

Wafi b***h these stones new

Bury me like a pharaoh with this money and my gold too

Keep a shooter in there try to rob me

This the wrong tomb

I hit johnny dang and mixed the diamonds

With the gold tooth

The fn sing a song like it's the leader

Of a soul group

Don't come 'round here like we friends

You know I don't know you

You know I got demons allow me to show you

Lately I been on the road yeah show after show

I know I'm makin' all the opps mad back home

Been a while since I had to dial from a trap phone

See you later alligator quite a while crocodile we gone

Pray to God that my money stay long

Also prayin' for good aim for when the devil try to go

Natural born hustler n***a stuntin' is my strong suit

Flexin' with a hundred cash look at what these songs do

Gangster and a baller baby I do what I want to

I be with some steppers I don't care

'Bout what you gon' do

Wet s**t like the warriors all my n***as gon' shoot

He gon' have to take a loss some my n***as gone too

I know a bad b***h and I'm who she belong to

I just picked a cuban up from

Wafi b***h these stones new stones new stones new