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expand - fenix flexin & cypress moreno lyrics

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[verse 1]
we ain’t een gotta say it, b*tch, you know the deal
play with me, it’s an overk!ll
fenix flexin, i’ma toat the steal
broad daylight, we get him gone, but we known for drills
you know me, i’m finna get it cracking
who is that? is what the b*tch ask
i’m mr. never lacking, [?] catch that n*gga out, we finna go and clap him
we got poles with us, f*ck you mean these n*ggas finna [?]
h*ll na, we finna shoot it out
put this n*gga b*tch [?] out, shot it in her mouth
i be outside like for real, you be in the house
you ain’t talking money, n*gga, what the f*ck you talking ’bout?
caught him lacking in the party, now he walking out
see that 30 in the 40, yeah, it’s poking out
send a blits, we got the addy, we gon’ scope it out
[?] suck my d*ck, i’m tryna choke her out

[chorus]
yelling baby h*lla bad, she h*lla thick
why i’m like the liquor store? i got h*lla chips
i ain’t never sold no drugs, but i can sell a b*tch
like a roll of bubble wrap, popping h*lla sh*t
big bands, with a hit man
drop that bag on your head, get your sh*t blammed
b*tch, d*mn, is you stupid? i got big plans
why the f*ck [?] we can expand
[verse 2]
i hit that n*gga with a d*ck, like he out the closet
niga stop it, why you tryna pop? you ain’t really poppin
i’m sipping on this cough syrup, cookie got me coughing
we ain’t finna box or knuckle up, [?] in a coffen
we was flocking, i remember we ain’t have an option
[?] my crib, i can have an option
the homie would’ve shot your homie, if i didn’t stop him
i’m just being real, i wish i didn’t, brodie should’ve [?] him
i got a hundred rounds on the drac
b*tch be talking sh*t, but she really should’ve thanked me
f*ck her off a perc, and got baby screaming spanglish
[?] make a dub, b*tch, you lazy
crazy, n*gga getting to it, and i’ve been getting it
all the sh*t they rapping ’bout, b*tch know we been living it
lil baby know she ain’t sh*t, and she been privliged
i just pulled up in the porshe carara, got ten ceilings

[chorus]
yelling baby h*lla bad, she h*lla thick
why i’m like the liquor store? i got h*lla chips
i ain’t never sold no drugs, but i can sell a b*tch
like a roll of bubble wrap, popping h*lla sh*t
big bands, with a hit man
drop that bag on your head, get your sh*t blammed
b*tch, d*mn, is you stupid? i got big plans
why the f*ck [?] we can expand

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