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bigger flex - doe boy lyrics

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[intro]
(harto cooked this one up)
doebeeski, let’s roll

[verse 1]
she get toxic, my b*tch is fancy (my b*tch is fancy)
on ig, she do content, so she want van cleef (she want some van cleef)
lil’ thotty, baby, swallow me like a plan b
you not me (d*mn, kai, you going crazy), ask me, i’ma say it, understand me (freebandz gang, let’s roll)

[chorus]
i’m not her man, but i’ma send a check (yessirski)
really him, yeah, i’m a player off the internet (doebeeski)
i be steppin’ on her n*gga neck
see, he ain’t trickin’ when you spend it, that’s a bigger flex (let’s roll)

[verse 2]
give me chance like chanel (give me chance like chanel, bae)
got so much potential, boss her up, might as well (might as well)
answer my calls back in jail (back in jail)
girl, what’s wrong? i’ll fix it, you ain’t happy, i can tell (mwah, come here, baby)

[pre*chorus]
with my twins, bad hoes in a mansion
ten toes, pink toes, white toes, dancin’
don’t n0body know, really trim, no chattin’ (okay)
n*gga just acting, only players on captions (oh, really?)
[chorus]
i’m not her man, but i’ma send a check (just ask and i’ma send it)
really him, yeah, i’m a player off the internet (really player, really trim, um)
i be steppin’ on her n*gga neck
see, he ain’t trickin’ when you spend it, that’s a bigger flex (freebandz)

[verse 3]
grew up, i was jackin’, i wasn’t doing no track (yeah)
gangster off the camera, gettin’ snappy when i flash (rrah, baow)
beezy talk cash sh*t ’cause his goin’ automatic (his goin’ auto—, uh)
still get my nails done on some bougie*ass rap sh*t (on some bougie*ass rap—, uh)
first street n*gga made it, i’m the man in my city (i’m the man in my city)
went got famous, f*cked some fans in my city (fans in my city)
some ones be my favorite, got my hands on her titties
three sixty*five days straight to go givenchy, uh (boy)
but my name doe beezy, so i’d rather go to ricky (rather go, uh)
can’t run like ricky, all i run from is these b*tches (nyoom, bye)
tell ’em, “come and get me,” i don’t duck, i’m upping bl!cky (think i’m playin’)
better watch where your b*tch step, this drip slippery

[pre*chorus]
with my twins, bad hoes in a mansion (uh)
ten toes, pink toes, white toes, dancin’ (uh)
don’t n0body know, really trim, no chattin’ (uh)
n*gga just acting, only players on captions (oh, really?)
[chorus]
i’m not her man, but i’ma send a check
really him, yeah, i’m a player off the internet (uh*uh)
i be steppin’ on her n*gga neck (uh)
see, he ain’t trickin’ when you spend it, that’s a bigger flex

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