Listen to Dumb Flex (feat. Ivorian Doll, A9dbo Fundz, Offica & POUNDZ) [Remix] by Miss Lafamilia

Dumb Flex (feat. Ivorian Doll, A9dbo Fundz, Offica & POUNDZ) [Remix]

Miss Lafamilia

Hip-Hop/Rap

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ALBUMDumb Flex (Remix) [feat. Ivorian Doll, A9dbo Fundz, Offica & POUNDZ] - SingleMiss Lafamilia

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Miss Lafamilia

Vocals

Ivorian Doll

Vocals

A9Dbo Fundz

Vocals

Offica

Vocals

POUNDZ

Vocals

Christopher Layton

Christopher Layton

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Farra Blake

Composer

David Wälti

Composer

Latario Brown

Composer

Tomas Adeyinla

Composer

Vanessa Mahi

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DTG

Producer

Christopher Layton

Christopher Layton

Vocal Producer

Shane Shanahan

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

(Woi)

I'm on a dumb flex

Pass me the cognac

When we step in the party, ay

Can't see me in Versace shades

Looking all naughty, ay

VIP shawty

Once we step in the party, ay

Won't see me in my Cartier

[Verse 2]

I pull up in a blacked-out Bentley jeep

Ain't up in no club if I can't bring my weed

Chanel on my body, Dior on my feet

And we bring that smoke, respect what you see

Sky dwellers

If I need the time I ain't checking no clock

Lil mama be bussin', she doin' a lot

Shakin' it down, baby, please never stop

Vendettas

They got on my name but the praying don't stop

When we step and we roll in, they hatin' a lot

And I keep a bad one, her bag holds a Glock

She lettin' off rounds, if you move you get shot

You've just gone so quiet, ain't playin' too much

And I'm not really into games and stuff

I'm too busy fuckin' slayin' too much

[Verse 3]

I'm on a dumb flex

Pass me the cognac

When we step in the party, ay

Can't see me in Versace shades

Looking all naughty, ay

VIP shawty

Once we step in the party, ay

Won't see me in my Cartier

[Verse 4]

Yo, look

And if I send that smoke that's the next man down

Two man gettin' slapped with a burner

I ain't gotta put hands on a wap no more

I'm a boss, double tap, that's murder

If a man gets nicked, that's another big loss for the team

Man don't slap like a learner

Get busy for the money every day

Got my young boy sitting in the trap, he a earner

Love my bros cah they made for the trap

In then out, man's making the cash

Big-boy bands, man making the racks

Trap boy OT, getting paid in the trap

Still link up with my drillas from West

Bad man are bad man, mind who you rep

OT gwop when I OT bop

No NSG but I'm making a cheque

[Verse 5]

Party steppah

Wrist on froze, that's Carti' weather

I be smooth like 'Rari leather

Saucy drilla in a Prada sweater

Hoe, I'm all this

Number one on your man's list

Pretty bitch but get ratchet

All three holes, that's a hat trick

He like when I ride it, ride it

All up inside it -side it

Watch how I guide it, guide

I'm in his mind like a psychic, psychic

All of these racks, all of this dough

Nothin' but facts, nothin' but flows

Big smoke inna this party

Pouring up 'Cardi, living up loads

[Verse 6]

Dumb flex

Pass me the cognac

When we step in the party, ay

Can't see me in Versace shades

Looking all naughty, ay

VIP shawty

Once we step in the party, ay

Won't see me in my Cartier

[Verse 7]

I'm on a dumb flex

Pass me the cognac

When we step in the party, ay

Can't see me in Versace shades

Looking all naughty

VIP shawty

Once we step in the party, ay

Won't see me in my Cartier

[Verse 8]

D-Bo

I puff the smoke in the party

Baby, welcome to the party

Ay, pass the Bacardi

Gyal lookin' naughty

Pull up in 'Raris

Fuck federale

I ain't tryna touch, stay true to my chargi

I really want a barbie, somethin' like Cardi

I ain't a yardie, I ain't a aye, aye

Had to back up my ones on the dance floor

Everybody lookin' like, "Who spilled Ribena?"

Now man's on a dumb flex

And I need me a bad B, Lafamilia

Wha' ya say, shorty? Nice to meet ya

Got white and dark like a zebra

You can't save these shots like keeper

Keep her, I've hit her but, boy, you can keep her

[Verse 9]

I'm on a dumb flex

Up now, just flexed on my dumb ex

Now she hella vexed

Tell the girl don't stress me

Tell them boy don't test me

Do like MZ, three in his chest

Three in his chest, hey look how they done on me

Yucky, yucky, poor T Rex wasn't ready

Tried to act bad for the Snap

Then he got put on the telly

Ah, baby girl, come through

Buss it down pronto

Girl oh girl, lemme show you how to do azonto

Buss it, buss it, make it clap, one, two

Buss it, buss it, make it clap, one, two

Man break up your back when you arch that too

Go low, go low, man, that's my motto

The bad B's wanna take kid's photo

[Verse 10]

I'm on a dumb flex

Pass me the cognac

When we step in the party, ay

Can't see me in Versace shades

Looking all naughty, ay

VIP shawty

Once we step in the party, ay

Won't see me in my Cartier

[Verse 11]

I'm on a dumb flex

Pass me the cognac

When we step in the party, ay

Can't see me in Versace shades

Looking all naughty, ay

VIP shawty

Once we step in the party, ay

Won't see me in my Cartier

Written by: Farra Blake, David Wälti, Latario Brown, Tomas Adeyinka, Vanessa Mahi

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