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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

Okay, okay, okay, okay (you did good $lick) Okay, okay, okay, okay (it's a smash) Flex, flex, flex, flex (yeah, yeah) Flex, flex, flex (yeah, yeah) I said, "Ooh, it ain't my fault" (flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex) I said, "Ooh, it ain't my fault" (flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex) Stars in the coupe, but I'm dreamin' 'bout an SRT Back seat with your boo, while my bitch had drove the GLE Diamonds on me shine, shinin' flawless as eyes can see Turnin' water purple like I'm Jesus, hit that waitin' fee I was with my old geezer with my feet up Momma gave me holy water like I hit a beamer 20 Xans deep, yeah, I might just have a seizure Yeah, I got my money up, it came with amnesia Yeah, okay, she done chose up Chain froze up, four-by-four truck I was uh, I was, I was high as fuck (high as fuck) I've been ridin' ghost thinkin' 'bout a Bentley truck (thinkin' 'bout a, thinkin' 'bout a) Yeah, damn Chains spun out like my exes Pour a drank up for my stress Yeah, bought some Balenci', got to bless My bitch tat my name on her chest (flex) Oh, I just pulled up to your ex Hangin' out the window, watch me flex (let's go, let's go, flex) Oh, I'm in the trenches with no fists Never worry when I'm with the six (grey, grey, grey) Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay Flex, flex, flex, flex (yeah, yeah) Flex, flex, flex (yeah, yeah) I said, "Ooh, it ain't my fault" (flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex) I said, "Ooh, it ain't my fault" (flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex) Stars in the coupe, but I'm dreamin' 'bout an SRT Back seat with your boo, while my bitch had drove the GLE Diamonds on me shine, shinin' flawless as eyes can see Turnin' water purple like I'm Jesus, hit that waitin' fee I was with my old geezer with my feet up Momma gave me holy water like I hit a beamer 20 Xans deep, yeah, I might just have a seizure Yeah, I got my money up, it came with amnesia (who the fuck is you?) Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay Flex, flex, flex, flex Flex, flex, flex
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