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Flexin' on my ex, but I don't double back, huh Stepped in lookin' like a hundred racks, yeah It's the season, water on me gleamin', yeah Niggas hatin', we got drip on tap, uh Nonstop, ain't no dribs and drabs, hey I'm on cloud 9, we can't go tit for tat, huh Flip a pack if I get sick of rap She used to give me shade, now she give me hat I'm in Ibiza at the villa Can't post it on my story 'cause Caroline will give me flak, huh I told my bitch cut me a bit of slack, yeah She heard the rhythm, told me bring it back Big Shaq, skiddy-pap, just make the rhythm slap JJ, I'm bakin' off here, I'm just kickin' back One bae, some tequila and bit of yak Pick your poison, we been splittin' crack Yeah, Jess, that was funny That was funny, you know that Let me tell you my story Flexin' on my ex, but shouldn't give a fuck, yeah 'Cause I'm smellin' like a million bucks Was in Sweden, what a lovely evenin' They see negative, but I just see the plus I'm with bud and he's a suss SongtexteThirty bottles but won't see no cups Clock the whip but they won't see no bus Clock that hottie, nigga, she's with us See the profit, nigga, that's the profit, yeah Nigga, watch it, do not break your pocket She stayed over, she's just gettin' off it Brekkie, scrambled egg and chicken sausage Hollowman and I just left the office Countryside, I'm chillin' in the cottage We the bosses, nigga, we the bosses Catch me drippin', nigga, watch me drop it 2010, I dropped that, what's the gossip? Eighteen, I'm on that chopper, shoppin' Straight cheese, but, nigga, what's the topping? Straight jeans and pockets got the guap in Fuckin' hell Cor blimey, H Fuckin' banger Aus Songtexte Mania