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flex - ybs skola lyrics

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i be flyin a jet
i don’t live with no kind of regrets
new chain all kind of baguettes
new coupe i ain’t ridin in a lex
i be high off the lean (yeah)
good drank i be high off the s*x (x2)

i be flyin a jet
i don’t live with no kind of regrets
new chain all kind of baguettes
new coupe i ain’t ridin in a lex
i be high off the lean (yeah)
good drank i be high off the s*x
one time then im on to the next
i’m a young boss n*gga love to flеx

i be flyin a jet
i don’t live with no kind of rеgrets
new chain all kind of baguettes
new coupe i ain’t ridin in a lex
i be high off the lean (yeah)
good drank i be high off the s*x
one time then im on to the next
i’m a young boss n*gga love to flex

i be high as a feen
but i’m always clean
go hard for the team
young n*gga just chasing them dreams
new glock n it came with a beam
we gon’ leave a f*ck n*gga dead on the scene
keep talkin’ sh*t we gon’ knock his whole sh*t out
bad b*tch thick when she walk ass stick out
suzie with the hotel room with the d*ck out
let a n*gga see what this sh*t bout
left them b*tches dyin i was cashed then i dipped out
everyday we eatin real good like it’s a cookout
drugs from my n*gga really deally run the book out
gave my man a whole bunch of time
ima be here till i’m played out
my n*gga keep your head up
none of mine droppin no dimes

i be flyin a jet
i don’t live with no kind of regrets
new chain all kind of baguettes
new coupe i ain’t ridin in a lex
i be high off the lean (yeah)
good drank i be high off the s*x
one time then im on to the next
i’m a young boss n*gga love to flex

i be flyin a jet
i don’t live with no kind of regrets
new chain all kind of baguettes
new coupe i ain’t ridin in a lex
i be high off the lean (yeah)
good drank i be high off the s*x
one time then im on to the next
i’m a young boss n*gga love to flex
i’m a young boss n*gga love to flex
f*ck a bad b*tch one time then i’m on to the next
sorry i ain’t reply to ya text, i was busy countin’ money
i ain’t wastin no time with no dummy
got my eyes on the prize i ain’t chillin with these n*ggas
only chillin with the guys
most of em only snakes in disguise
ion got no time for no lies ( idont)
they don’t wanna see a n*gga ball
ybs still got the ball
now im pullin up one car (yeah)
black shots goin on yall (yeah)

i don’t know wtf n*ggas take me for
got it straight out the mud i was really poor
chains round my neck got my shoulders sore
all that talking you can’t even back it up

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