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Shoreline Mafia, OhGeesy & Fenix Flexin
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R-ro-roc-rockin' in the street To this funky beat Hellcat key (Nigga), big AP (Ayy) I'm going back to Cali like I'm B.I.G. (Brrt) Nigga send a death threat, he gon' D-I-E I face card in the biddy, I don't need ID (Yeah, I don't need it) You know I can play it smooth or do 'em slimy (Do 'em slimy) Either way, it gon' bust in if they try me (Know I'm bustin', brrt) You know I'm rockin' with the chopper like I'm Sid Vicious (Rockin' out) If she throw it, I'ma catch it, watch me pinch hit it (Catch it) You know I'm posted in that trap, moving weight like I'm bench pressing (Like I'm bench pressing) Lil' baby know she got a joint, so she been stressin' (Smokin' a joint) Why they call me Fenix Flexin? 'Cause I've been flexin' ('Cause I've been flеx) I been steppin' with the steppеrs, yeah, I been steppin' I might bounce in with that Drac', tryna take a face (Take a face) I broke her for a twenty-ball you, took her on a date If the boys get behind us, take 'em on a race (Gone) Skrrt, ayy, I'm a hot boy (Get 'em outta there) Silencer up on the chopper, make a "fah" noise ("Fah" noise) You was a straight A student, I was a block boy (Block work) Turn a B-day to a D-day, blow a nigga candles (Blowin' candles out) I ain't trippin' off no b***h, told my brother handle If I catch that nigga loafin', he get dismantled (Dismantled) Yeah, I been playing with them keys like a piano (Keys) I grew up in poverty, I had three channels (Three channels) Breakin' b*****s from the town out to San Leandro (Yeah) You can call me Geesy Alejandro Properties overseas and I'm in a condo Spanish b*****s love me, Romeo Santos And that p***y so wet, I'ma need a poncho Rock-rocking in the streets and I'm with my vatos Caught-caught a opp slippin', put him in a fronto Yeah and we keep rockin' Tag poppin' and I'm feet knockin' She gon' suck the d**k like she beatboxing And I'm known to keep a pole, I ain't street boxing Where your best friend? 'Cause I need options B***h, I been blowing up and I'ma keep poppin' The fiends at my door and they keep knockin' And they keep comin' back 'cause I'm re-rocking Rocking in the street (Yeah, I'm re-rocking) To-to this funky beat (Tag poppin' and I'm freezin') Okay, I'm sneakin' and I'm geekin' (Yeah, I'm geekin') Fly the hoes to LA for the weekend (For the weekend) That p***y wet, so I'm diving off the deep end (Ayy, ayy) Got me walking in a puddle 'cause she leakin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Now you peeking and I'm speaking (Ayy) Diamonds dancing, got the whole world blinking This dope'll have you— (Rockin') R-ro-roc-rockin' in the street To-to-to this funky beat And it's like that This funky beat Just you and me Rockin' in the street To-to-to this funky beat
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