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They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot Anybody looking for the old me? Go down for my old shit Coming at a nigga with a sneak diss, might as well put it out in the open It ain't about the price tag, this why I never look at the price tag Nothing going on and on, but I am killing this shit, but nigga, warp brain All I hear is loud picks, all I see is satellites I don't trust these hoes, no, not even in my afterlife No love for the bloodsuckers tryina snatch a piece, they tryina grab a bite Who would've guessed this type of life would generate this much of an appetite? Life is a 8 count so I'm always ahead about two steps And to this day I still ain't seen a nigga coming close to what I do yet That's why she choosing up, she tooted up like a true vet And she down for the crew, she giving that crew name They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot SongtexteI'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot These impostors deserve an Oscar They know I'm sick, flow is nauseous, I need a doctor If she do it proper she on the rising But I just ain't saving hoes, I'm no Kevin Costner You looking for me? You know where I'm at I'm up at the suite, party of three The ball 23 but one of the greatest arguably You hear what I hear? The stocks went up so pardon the fee Don't get it twisted, how can I change? I'm still the same nigga, just harder to reach I'm self-made and I'm certified, flexed up like I'm working out I spit flames it's Kirby time I'm so fly I might burn alive In her hair like curling iron, she grip that wood like turpentine I asked her what that mouth do then she verbalized They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot Aus Songtexte Mania