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21 Savage - Flexin Ft Rich The Kid Lyrics

Flexin’

Jumped out the Porsche, got to it
Choppa on me, bitch I shoot like I'm Cupid
Model bitch, and she gon' blow me like hookah (yeah)
All these diamonds, bitch I look like a jeweler (21!)
Rollie froze, bitch it came out the cooler
Tech 9, bitch it came with a cooler
I got shooters that'll shoot at your shooter (yeah)
Bitch you broke, you eatin' noodles and oodles (21)
I got a bad bitch, workin' Hooters (21)
Bitch I get the check, and you know I blew it (21) (I get it)
21 gang, chain hangin', blangin' (21)
Jewish lawyers, give a f*** about that rangin' (21)
Seinfeld, niggas frontin' like Kramer
Put you on the news, you wanna be famous (21)
Zone 6, bitch you know that I claimed it
I jumped out the Porsche and broke my ankle (gang, gang)
I'm scrapin' the bud when I cook it up (21)
Your main bitch want me to pick her up (21)
I nut in her face, she gon' lick it up
Your jewelry shinin'? We gon' stick you up (stick ya up)
Like 2Pac, ni***, hit 'em up (hit 'em up)
These niggas tough on the Internet (21)
Gettin' that pu***, I'm killin' that (I'm killin')
I'm not just a rapper, I'm livin' that (I'm livin' that)
Shawty said she want that dick, I told that bitch to wait one minute (wait one minute!)
These niggas broke, I heard these niggas shoppin' J.C. Penney (21, 21)
I took that bitch to Ruth Chris, I heard a ni*** eats at Wendy's
I'm a real ni***, I can't wear no gold unless they came from the business

I been flexin on the gram
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands
Shawty lovin' on the man
Sippin' the lean in the kickstand
I was on the grind, had to boss up (boss up!)
Bitches they f*** when I pull up (up!)
Flexin' I'm doin' no pull-ups
Rich ni*** I'm holdin' the racks up!
You a worker I'm a boss (boss!)
New Chanel and I don't know the cost (cost!)
Bought a Louis f*** the cops
Rich forever like I'm Ross (rich!)
Hit a Juug, hit a Juug!
Kid just [?] to a plaque
Cookin' up smoke from the Bay
The Mase, I swerve in the ace
Wake up in countin' up bank (Woah!)
Rich and my money don't fold (don't fold!)
Look at the Rolex it's cold
Got racks in the the ceiling that old
Bring the Mase over here, that way (That way!)
Fuck ya hoe, send a bitch that way (That way!)
Throw enough money, yeah that way (That way!)
Young Rich ni*** with a AK