Top Songs By Fenix Flexin
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fenix Flexin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Felipe Angel Huerta
Songwriter
Fenix Rypinski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F-Beat
Producer
Lyrics
(FBeat go crazy)
(FBeat producing all the heat)
The only reason that I broke was to see if a **** still got it
Yeah, I'm still poppin', I carry steel often
You know I'm pill poppin', my **** real goblins
**** play around with me, I had to killshot 'em
Ay, I'm really on it, ask about me **** I don't hesitate to blow it
I got big bands in the bottom of my Louis bag
This ****' bitch hella bad so I know he mad
I be ready for whateva 100 in the mag
Give his toe a tag, leave ya body in the bag
I just put her on some molly, now she actin' bad
But you know me, I need Fiji like im mr. Krabs
Ay, where them bands, lil baby
Put that money in my hands, lil baby
Ay, I be doin' what he can't, lil baby
He a fan, not a man, why you playin' with him, baby
Ay, listen, **** check it out
Shots poppin' outta P90, this shit wreckin' house
Lasers, chillin' on the fan, this is not a taser
**** try to say it's smoke, turn him to a vapor
****, I'm smokin' ZaZa
Ali in the Baba
Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the cash, Voila
Ay, I'm smokin' Zaza
Ali in the Baba
Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the pockets for the cash, Voila
I don't want no Backwood, where to grab the leaf
Hit a lil baby off the perc, get to smackin' cheeks (on the perc' thing)
****, how you wanna play it
All these **** really pussy, boy I hate to say it
Ay, but you ain't ballin' on a budget ****
If you ain't know then ask around, we really thuggin' ****
Who the fuck do this bitch think she talkin to
20 bands on me in the club when I'm walking through (I'm like a band-aid)
Yeah, I'm in the different tax bracket (tax bracket)
Yeah, so I stay around from **** 'cause they backstabbin' (stay away from)
No in effect, we blitz ****, this is not Madden (we go blitzin')
We keep them choppas in the whip, we do not stashin'
Yeah, they know a **** rich, know a **** lit (know a **** lit)
They know (?) and put 'em choppers in this bitch (dr-dr-drr)
Drums on us, we get to rockin' **** bitch (drums on it)
Like we out at club in Houston , rockets in this bitch
(Ay ay)
I'm smokin' ZaZa
Ali in the Baba
Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the pocket for the cash, Voila
****
Ay Ay
Bitch!(FBeat go crazy)
Written by: Felipe Angel Huerta, Fenix Rypinski