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Flexercise (feat. Peppery)
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Garage
Flexercise (feat. Peppery) was released on September 5, 2025 by Raw Tactics as a part of the album Flexercise - Single
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Release DateSeptember 5, 2025
LabelRaw Tactics
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tigs
Tigs
Programming
Peppery
Peppery
Vocals
Murder He Wrote
Murder He Wrote
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James G. Ongley
James G. Ongley
Songwriter
Clayton Brown
Clayton Brown
Lyrics
Christian Horden
Christian Horden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tigs
Tigs
Producer
Murder He Wrote
Murder He Wrote
Producer
Klaus Hill
Klaus Hill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Your body strong, you deserve money man.
You know fi work the iron.
So fit, so strong, you nuh lazy when fi change position.
Flexible like elastic band,
Tone with definition, mi love how you stand gal, shake your bum.
Bend over touch your toe with your hand, gal.
Your quads firm fit, check di marathon.
Mi nah have dutty money like Russian, but mi ready fi give you the Jam-a-can.
And make you know that I am the man.
The real lion, don't guess if I am.
Come with foot, come with hand.
Have ambition, dem wah fi hate mi mission, so mi love woman.
God bless mi vision like Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, so mi love Patra like soul and pang.
Woman affi multiply the nation, so mi look 'pon dem with admiration.
Nothing nuh wrong you inna good condition.
Prominent, magnificent, slambang, di lang di lang, you make me
mix up mi words dem when me a sing mi song.
Ah with yourself you inna competition.
Your face pretty, body look good so.
Inna mi house mi wah fi put you, so agile and you flexible, endurance, energy, you do cardio.
Full time job, firm right hand, knowledgeable gal, you know what you a do.
Confident, you well excellent, wi nuh wah make bad comment nuh argue.
Them nah fi terrorise you.
Your body and you nuh need no license.
You nuh follow backa, you wah nuh disciple, fi know wah dat gal you nuh trifle.
Them who nuh like you try and bite you, them can't spite you.
Hot like a fire, nah shot like rifle, clean and nice you, wah dice you.
No gal can't take your title, and if a war you got di strength fi knock them out like Tyson.
You hot 'til 12 o'clock at night you make get frighten.
So many many men wah wife you, multi-millionaire wah price you.
Call me chef wah slice you, MC a sing like Peabo Bryson.
Whole heap a them a try entice you, body weh you got like Jesus Christ, you.
Never see a girl weh look like you.
Written by: Christian Horden, Clayton Brown, James G. Ongley
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