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flex
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór flex został wydany 18 grudnia 2025 przez thekidbbs jako część albumu flex - Single
album cover
Data wydania18 grudnia 2025
Wytwórniathekidbbs
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM71

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hatesosa
Hatesosa
Vocals
thekidbbs
thekidbbs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Simmons
Brandon Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
thekidbbs
thekidbbs
Mixing Engineer
Quemarion Ka’Maine Lewis
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Flex again, I'm on the phone with my ex again
Woah, get it, yeah
Getting cheese part of my regimen
We move the work like the Mexicans
She wanna play with my dreads again
Add up my racks on my measurement
Suckin' me up is her medicine
Had a hoe named Madison
She sucked me up for some vetements
I would not do that again
These hoes, they off of they meds again
He got a arp that's a lead, yeah
Break up, a hoe in a letter, yeah
I do not know why I text her
I did her bad, now we best friends
Flex up, flex up, flex up
Young **** had to run the check up
No, no, no, won't text her
She wanna come, won't let up
At my crib wanna dress up
She jump up on the dresser
Run it up, I do it fast
I get the cash, she say I'm next up
I can never be last
**** on your ass, **** playin' catch up
We can talk about racks, talk about stacks
But he can't get up
This lil ho, she bad
Talkin' 'bout bad, she got bit up
I get the mothafuckin' bag, turn up the bag
Now my wrist up
She got a shield, Claressa
Weak ass fit, get your drip up
Let her go, don't slip up
No, no, no, don't miss her
I had to ice my wrist up
I had to ice my wrist up
I had to ice my wrist up
Yeah, so what's up
She say rich **** got money & the drugs
I was boolin, now that bitch she wanna hug cause I'm up
We got them slugs, send em up
My bitch, she bad, as the fuck
I can get her mad, or what
Talk about tags, blow it up
Huh, me and Rell, we was stormin' it up in Neiman Marcus
Me and this hoe blow that shit up, but we departed
No, I ain't goin' for your love, know where we started
Flex again, I'm on the phone with my ex again
Woah, get it, yeah
Getting cheese part of my regimen
We move the work like the Mexicans
She wanna play with my dreads again
Add up my racks on my measurement
Suckin' me up is her medicine
Had a hoe named Madison
She sucked me up for some vetements
I would not do that again
These hoes, they off of they meds again
He got a arp that's a lead, yeah
Break up, a hoe in a letter, yeah
I do not know why I text her
I did her bad, now we best friends
Flex up, flex up, flex up
Young **** had to run the check up
No, no, no, won't text her
She wanna come, won't let up
At my crib wanna dress up
She jump up on the dresser
Run it up, I do it fast
I get the cash, she say I'm next up
Written by: Brandon Simmons
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