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Derek Minor
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Hit the gym, flex Run me my check We on yo' neck Shooters on deck All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win Hit the gym, flex Run me my check We on yo' neck Shooters on deck All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win Yeah, I need a dub fasho' The bag and trophy, I need to go You cannot match the glow I'm covered, I'm shinin' from head to toe Y'all ain't notice Exec. like P.O.T.U.S And that say open Hold up, flex game [?] Crept down the court Bought with the faith Like I don't even start fo' the win I don't play Got a coat fo' the rain Y'all boys brace fo' the storm We tsunami in foreign And it's best that you stay informed We run plays without no script Aye, that's light work We make bands off our shot But what's yo' net worth? I cut ties fo' all my team Yeah, all this drip and no canteen And y'all boys canned, but no sardines We off this wave fo' all '19 I don't, I don't, yeah Got no words, don't say too much Clock on 5 And I step like clutch Team G6 And at least they up Aye, gotta hit that flex Like a real because we, ah! Hit the gym, flex (flex) Run me my check (run my check) We on yo' neck Shooters on deck All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win Hit the gym, flex Run me my check We on yo' neck Shooters on deck All we do, win All we do, win (yeah) All we do, win (yeah, yeah) All we do, win I gotta win it Yeah, I just sprint to the finish, I'm poppin' on spinach I cook like I'm fryin' off chicken And ain't no debate about who in the kitchen, I ain't even fishin' Yeah, they tryna eat our fillet Yeah, but beat out and yell like, "Then come out and get it" Ooh, yeah, ooh, hot Fresh out the skillet, yeah Breezy, I got a whole lot on my plate Breezy, I got a whole lot on my plate You busy lookin' on IG It won't get you nothin' but fake love and a whole lot of hate Look at my life, get you motivated Came from the bottom, below the pavement Shoutout to God, man, we finally made it I know some people that prolly hate it Ooh, I ain't worried 'bout yo' opinion I'ma live my life In the studio in Georgia Finna kill a mic Quarterbackin' money plays You should take a hike First down, first down First down, first down Runnin' through you by the mouth Stiff-arm you on the ground Knockin' heads off now And I know you hear that sound And it don't stop And it don't stop And you gettin' mobbed Sideline pumped Hit the gym, flex Run me my check We on yo' neck Shooters on deck All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win Hit the gym, flex Run me my check We on yo' neck Shooters on deck All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win All we do, win
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