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I say I take care of my kids but I'm flexing on my baby mama I'm like, "Damn, I should've wore a condom" Boom boom boom My shoes sold out in one day Pull out the blueprint pumping that Gunplay In a Maybach, pockets stay fat So fly I could parallel park on a fucking runway Going down a one way the wrong way Shoot barrel long range, swag like pro ball Gave her a ring, phone call Money talk, pole vault Walked in, drove off So comfortable at the dealership, I don't take my robe off I wake up and I get to it Breakfast time I might sea food it Lunch time I might lamb chop it And all you do is talk shit like you eating booty Southside in my bloodstream Smoking on that propane I can tell your ass one thing I like getting head wearing both chains All white with no stains I been trapping 'fore the Grammy nods I been counting money so long I'mma need a damn hand massage So many cars I can barely park So many cars I need another damn garage Letras de cancionesI'm famous with my fam around Damn, I wish I had my dad around Gave my nigga a Lamborghini so that's a motherfucking lamb-me-down Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer Watch how I'mma kill 'em Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer Watch how I'mma kill 'em I'm just flexing on my baby mama I'm just flexing I'm just flexing on my baby mama I'm just flexing Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer Watch how I'mma kill 'em Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer Watch how I'mma kill 'em I'm just flexing on my baby mama I'm just flexing I'm just flexing on my baby mama I'm just flexing European style, my dress code Gunshots in the club, echo Walk around with a .36 with six shots in my .38 Special Black car, black Timbs Bank of America back then She tryna tell me her life story And all I want is a lap dance Good times smoking J's, rocking J's I'm the rap earn it boss If I paint a canvas it be Melee Firearms, Viacom, maricón If she bad I invite her home Buying chains like I'm buying homes Rims taller than Kevin Hart's Ride Along Them rhinestones, you ain't shining, nigga I ain't hiding so you ain't gotta find me, nigga All my clothes are designer, nigga And my backseat reclining, nigga Came in rocking all gold And I'm fucking all y'all hoes Smoking on that lean Henney Sipping on that hard boiled This that get back, click clack get back Smoking on raw paper, this ain't zigzags Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier I'm looking for a baby eater Can I get a volunteer? Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer Watch how I'mma kill 'em Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer Watch how I'mma kill 'em I'm just flexing on my baby mama I'm just flexing I'm just flexing on my baby mama I'm just flexing Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer Watch how I'mma kill 'em Watch how I'mma kill 'em for the summer Watch how I'mma kill 'em I'm just flexing on my baby mama I'm just flexing I'm just flexing on my baby mama I'm just flexing I say I take care of my kids but I'm flexing on my baby mama I'm like, "Damn, I should've wore a condom" Boom boom boom From Letras Mania