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A Subtle Flex
Hip-Hop/Rap
Skladba A Subtle Flex vyšla 19. července 2025 Flex Mob Inc. na albu A Subtle Flex - Single
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Datum vydání19. července 2025
ŠtítekFlex Mob Inc.
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM65

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
1919 Pop
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Lionell Moore
Christopher Lionell Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Rizzi
Mike Rizzi
Engineer

Texty

Flexin' these muscles and flexin' this cash
Tell me why **** don't be in the gym
But talk so tough, don't make me laugh
Shawty know good damn well, I close my eyes
When I bust tryna make me crash
And I just told Doc that everybody call me Pop
Cause I be around too much ass
She loses her mind as I'm poppin' her
I just told her, say my name
And she screamed out, Dad
Hoe know, it's Pop
Just like Destiny's Child
Gotta say my name again
I'm always workin
I'm sorry I couldn't make church pop
Had to go get him a bag
Real life merchant
Promise ain't none of us hurtin
I'm quick to go pop me a tag
All this pain
I done been through still
Pop not on no pills
I don't even like pills
Pussy, weed and some kind of herb or tea
Well, that's my top three meds
My shawty ain't eatin
That dick up like she used to
I can't let it get to my head
I never been a type to ask
I'm rather go get it
What the fuck, I look like begging
Know some young ****
That'll hop out that burner and egg ya
Broke down, raggedy, old school Jetta
Always ridin' white girl like Heather
Mean, bad lil' bitch, Griselda
Only person I don't fuck with is the devil
Shawty wanna come over, know I'mma let her
Brudda keep poppin' that fent like Skittles
Smokin' all of the blunt and then go get the geeb
I just spent eight for sixteen
Be careful and love my ****
That's what we say before we leave
Wonder why everybody don't see me
The same way that I see me
Keep askin' me how shit's goin
It's goin' great
I put these on every day
Everybody can't
I'm not from the A, but I hang with Braves
One thing I'mma do is make a way
I don't shoot like Steph, but I'm close like Klay
I'm close like Trey
Close
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Everybody can't sing Pop can
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I can squabble, better teach your man
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
She got to feelin' it and they let out a yell
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
This lil' bitch right here pretty as hell
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm from Chatt, I look out for my fam
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Show me that you don't give a damn
It's pop
Pop
1990
Written by: Christopher Lionell Moore
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