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You know I brought my own bottle But I'ma need some chasers Probably won't hit you back tomorrow You runnin' game but I won't chase ya You always talk about them commas Like I don't got my own paper I promise, I'm not just fallin' for what's in your wallet, no That shit don't impress me, no Flexin' with things that you don't even own That's not your 'rari, it's a loan And we both know so There's a million young niggas out here that be flexing for these hoes But I'm really not feeling him so, he might not get chose babe I still flex on you I flex better than you I cash checks on you Watch me flex on you babe You always tryna roll up But you ain't got your own weed (got, got your own weed) You always try to poor up (poor up) But that's not you Hennessee You post a sick pic for the gram In some random mans lambo [?] my best friend SongtexteBut, that's not really your mess, no That shit don't impress me, no Tryna flex in your best friend's clothes Be a grown man, go and get your own That's all I want There's a million young niggas out here that be flexing these for hoes But I'm really not feeling him so, he might not get chose babe I still flex on you I flex back at you I cash checks on you Watch me flex on you babe ([?] be alive) ([?] be alive) (Gotta stay true to the real you) ([?] be alive) ([?] be alive) (Gotta stay true to the real you) (There's a million young niggas out here that be flexing these for hoes) (But I'm really not feeling him so, he might not get chose babe) (There's a million young niggas out here that be flexing these for hoes) You're so lost, so lost You know you are Aus Songtexte Mania