Lyrics

I act a fool with the flex I'm at the school of finesse Graduate top of the class Ay Ay Come in and run up a check A hundred A hundred on this A hundred A hundred on that Ayyyyyyyyy I got a play on the line Tell these labels i aint gonna sign All these haters i pay em no mind Ahhhhhhhh Im coming through with the flex Coupe it say two on the dash I gotta do it the best I gotta run me some bands up I done took fuck it up made it an anthem Ima keep Sonnin' you niggas im sanford I put that trey on your head i wouldn't chance it I take your bae and i made her my dancer You call her phone she with me she dont answer She gave me face while im driving on camera She swallow babies on babies no pamper Run It Up Nahhhhhhhh Really im feeling myself Got a whole lot of drip on the shelf Bring it out and give niggas some hell Yahhhhhhh Bitch im the trillest alive It's a problem no ducking we slide Couple shots of the cup and im fine I act a fool with the flex I'm at the school of finesse Graduate top of the class Ay Ay Come in and run up a check A hundred A hundred on this A hundred A hundred on that Ayyyyyyyyy I got a play on the line Tell these labels i aint gonna sign All these haters i pay em no mind Ahhhhhhhh I'm coming through with the flex Coupe it say two on the dash I gotta do it the best
Writer(s): John Medlock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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