USED TO B BROKE xaviersobased
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[Intro]
31 days, 31 nights, we been scorin nigga
[Hook]
Bitch I'm super flexed up, I know
I ain't really tryna talk yah, I told her go home
Turn me up in the headphones, like turn me up (oooh)
Fti my hoodie and moncler my coat (oooh, oooh)
On bro, put that on bro
Yeah, like I remember when I used to be broke
Not no more, not no more
[Verse 1]
Flexed up, I been did it, fuckin all these bitches
I'm done fuckin these hoes cuz these hoes be talkin
Like bitch just mind your business, bitch just mind your business
Flеxed up, I'm sauced up, I pull up on em, pull up on еm
I pull up on em, bitch I hit decline and I pull up on em
She called me I hit decline, what's wrong with em
These niggas on my dick, what's wrong with em
[Hook]
Bitch I'm super flexed up, I know
I ain't really tryna talk yah, I told her go home
Turn me up in the headphones, like turn me up (oooh)
Fti my hoodie and moncler my coat (oooh, oooh)
On bro, put that on bro
Yeah, like I remember when I used to be broke
Not no more, not no more
(Skrrrt, skrrrt)
[Verse 2]
In the prada store I blew a bag
Then I hit the gucci store and blow a bag
And me and shawty hit the crib and then I blow her back
Finna hit that look, he turned around, put beam up on his back
Yeah I'm trynna fuck this bitch, yeah this bitch is bad
Flexed up, showin shit that you never had
And you mad as fuck cuz you was that nigga
And now you mad as fuck cuz now I'm doin better
(I'm doin better, I'm doin better)
[Hook]
Bitch I'm super flexed up, I know
I ain't really tryna talk yah, I told her go home
Turn me up in the headphones, like turn me up (oooh)
Fti my hoodie and moncler my coat (oooh, oooh)
On bro, put that on bro
Yeah, like I remember when I used to be broke
Not no more, not no more
[Sped up Outro]
In the prada store I blew a bag
Then I hit the gucci store and blow a bag
(This shit is trap music, bitch)
And me and shawty hit the crib and then I blow her back
Finna hit that look, he turned around, put beam up on his back
Yeah I'm trynna fuck this bitch, yeah this bitch is bad
Flexed up, showin shit that you never had
And you mad as fuck cuz you was that nigga
And now you mad as fuck cuz now I'm doin better
31 days, 31 nights, we been scorin nigga
[Hook]
Bitch I'm super flexed up, I know
I ain't really tryna talk yah, I told her go home
Turn me up in the headphones, like turn me up (oooh)
Fti my hoodie and moncler my coat (oooh, oooh)
On bro, put that on bro
Yeah, like I remember when I used to be broke
Not no more, not no more
[Verse 1]
Flexed up, I been did it, fuckin all these bitches
I'm done fuckin these hoes cuz these hoes be talkin
Like bitch just mind your business, bitch just mind your business
Flеxed up, I'm sauced up, I pull up on em, pull up on еm
I pull up on em, bitch I hit decline and I pull up on em
She called me I hit decline, what's wrong with em
These niggas on my dick, what's wrong with em
[Hook]
Bitch I'm super flexed up, I know
I ain't really tryna talk yah, I told her go home
Turn me up in the headphones, like turn me up (oooh)
Fti my hoodie and moncler my coat (oooh, oooh)
On bro, put that on bro
Yeah, like I remember when I used to be broke
Not no more, not no more
(Skrrrt, skrrrt)
[Verse 2]
In the prada store I blew a bag
Then I hit the gucci store and blow a bag
And me and shawty hit the crib and then I blow her back
Finna hit that look, he turned around, put beam up on his back
Yeah I'm trynna fuck this bitch, yeah this bitch is bad
Flexed up, showin shit that you never had
And you mad as fuck cuz you was that nigga
And now you mad as fuck cuz now I'm doin better
(I'm doin better, I'm doin better)
[Hook]
Bitch I'm super flexed up, I know
I ain't really tryna talk yah, I told her go home
Turn me up in the headphones, like turn me up (oooh)
Fti my hoodie and moncler my coat (oooh, oooh)
On bro, put that on bro
Yeah, like I remember when I used to be broke
Not no more, not no more
[Sped up Outro]
In the prada store I blew a bag
Then I hit the gucci store and blow a bag
(This shit is trap music, bitch)
And me and shawty hit the crib and then I blow her back
Finna hit that look, he turned around, put beam up on his back
Yeah I'm trynna fuck this bitch, yeah this bitch is bad
Flexed up, showin shit that you never had
And you mad as fuck cuz you was that nigga
And now you mad as fuck cuz now I'm doin better
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