Dope For Sale

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Fenix Flexin - Rap, In English

Dope For Sale

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[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin] I just met this bitch, she gon' go fasho When it come to getting money, I'm a pro fasho Nigga talking 'bout your bitch? She a ho fasho I just cracked this fucking pint, then I poured a four Nigga, what? You broke as hell I just wrapped them bitches up, I got dope for sale [?] I'm blowing on, I got hoes for sale If I get caught, she gon' post my bail I got bitches, I got dope too I'm in Malliboo, I'm eating up at Noboo This your bitch, boy, you let that ho control you If I can't get him,then I'm shooting who he close to [Verse 2: Bravo the Bagchaser] Damn, nigga, we ain't the same Got your whole whip on my chain Oh that's your bitch? She on gang I play [?] she throw brain Play shit smart, bitch, I had to run it up You only got a band, bitch, I got a hundred of them We can't associate, if you can't go and run it up I need a ratchet bitch, ratchet bitch to fuck it up [Verse 3: Fenix Flexin] Like damn, nigga, you don't see this gwop on me? Hella bands, yeah, a nigga got them nots on me I just met this freaky bitch, she put that top on me And shout out my nigga Bravo, he gon' pop on him Yeah, I'm popping,but a nigga really popping shit When it come to getting dough, you do the oppisit I hate to break it, but you niggas ain't gon' make it All I do is keep it real so tell me why they faking? If I can't go and get it how I want it, I'ma take it I'm that nigga sliding in a foreign, leave you faceless I get bread like motherfucker, get head like a motherfucker Fucking on your baby mama, nigga, I'm a motherfucker Listen, stop, bitch, this some pimpin I don't wanna fuck if you ain't [?] [Verse 4: Bravo the Bagchaser] I don't wanna fuck if you ain't bring me my chilli I keep a 45 [?] Calling your bitch, while she with me Look, I don't wanna hear it, so just listen These diamonds on me, bitch, they glissin Thanksgiving day, sold a whole chickenNiggas can't hold they own, call for backup Got a big chrome, It'll make him back up Bitch say that she know me, but she just a random [Verse 5: All these bitches wanna fuck, 'cause I got my racks up Fenix Flexin] I got this big fat 4, nigga, acting like my ho, nigga You don't really know me, I'ma shoot him if he ohe me Balling like I'm Kobe, I'ma fuck if she approach me Yeah, I got them killers round me [?] Yeah, I keep that heater on me, fuck around, get [?] [?] nigga [?] [?] your bitch [?] she can't [?] [?] I be sliding with that six This nigga brought a knife, so I shot him with the stick Headshots, all headshots from that red dot Fuck around with me, Fenix Flexin, let that lead pop FNN bullets, knocking off a nigga dreadlocks We gon' shoot it out, fuck you thought? I ain't gon' headlock

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  • Bravo the Bagchaser
  • Fenix Flexin
  • Laudiano