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lirik lagu fabflexx – fefe fab

uhhh, uh yea yea
yeaaa
eyy ey ey ey ey
wanna give em the f, i wanna give em the a, wanna give em the b
ey

bad boy, 30kg on the wrist
and i got like 30 karats on the necklace
say for that booty, put my life up on the line
say for that booty amma hang up on the line
i got a kilo in the whip, and i ain’t lying, no mattress
a couple bad girls ain’t no mean to digress
say they all got n—as so they keep it on a low
but that ain’t stop a n—a you know its for sure
all these p—y n—as trine ride a n—a wave
ask where i’ve been, i say i been on a wave
you know my shawties don’t f–k with no broke n—as
they f–k with popping bottles of patron n—as
say they no go ever whine if they no dey see the cheese
(say if they no day see the cheese)
for the account or my n—a, you fit put am for the fist
(say you fit put am for the fist)

i say shanty wan flexx
give her her a taste of the fabflexx
say no-one can test
say my n—a gotta show me the magga way wan test
i say shawty wan flexx yeah
give her a taste of the fabflexx
say n0body can test
say my n—a gotta show me the magga way wan test

check out the whip my g
you cannot sit with me
say we pull up in ghosts and we pull up in rolls
we leave you in low self esteem
i say check out the whip my g
you cannot sit with me
say we pull up in ghosts and we pull up in rolls
we leave you in low self esteem my n—a!

got your shawty lurking when i hop right out the benz
she tryna kick it with the man, i hit it can’t pretend
say she feel like 30kg on the fingers
she tryna kick it with the man cause i’m a singer
i say got your shawty lurking when i hop right out the benz
she tryna kick it with man and i hit it can’t pretend
say she feel like 30kg on the fingers
she tryna kick it with the man cause i’m a singer godd-mn!

too much juice, too much sauce
pree my face, pree my watch
all the fine girls wan touch
monday on instagram, it’s too much
all these likkle girls wan make me man crush
(but wait!)
i ain’t even really got time for delay
if you ain’t about the money, if you ain’t about the pay
if you ain’t tryna f–k, get the f–k out my face
true definition, description of the african man
make them tings wan blow, talking rapampampam
pot belly, don’t care about no six-pac man
so when they pree me pon the road, they hail the boy big man
my n—a, if you tryna back-chat
then you taking gun-shots in your b-tt-crack
my n—a, i don’t even care cause you can’t even see my face
because i’m so far gone and you can’t keep to the pace bro
ride to the party, all the shawties acting naughty
cause they know that i be handsome
my n—a even if i’m ugly, i don’t even give a f–k
because the money make me handsome
all the ladies wanna capture me
they don’t even give a f–k about the ransom
i ain’t tryna hurt n0body, i ain’t tryna hurt no-one

i say shawty wan flexx
give her a taste of the fabflexx
say no-one can test
say my n—a gotta show me the magga why wan test
i say shawty wan flexx yeah
give her a taste of the fabflexx
say n0body can test
say my n—a gotta show me the magga way wan test

- fefe fab

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