Back To Tha Hotel

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Fenix Flexin - Rap, In English

Back To Tha Hotel

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[Intro: Fenix Flexin] R.I.P. my nigga Suede, nigga Look around, ain't hard to tell we gettin' paid, nigga (Fuck the other shit, we got Milo on the beat) On my mama [Verse 1: Fenix Flexin] When I walk up in the spot, bitches stop and look (Bitches stop and look) We seen his addy on the 'Gram, now we poppin' up (Now we poppin' up) With that chopper, I can turn a pit into a pup (Brrt) I ain't even wanna do it, but he actin' tough (Nigga) Should've ate some Lucky Charms, now you out of luck (On my mama) Put that nigga on a charm, now his nigga shook (Now his nigga shook) She gon' open up that pussy like I grabbed a book (She gon' open up) Rollin' 'Woods back to back, niggas hella cooked (Niggas cooked) She feelin' choosy, actin' boozy, you gon' pay or what? (You gon' pay or what?) Brodie rollin' up an opp, told him flame it up (Told him flame it) I was fuckin' on his bitch, now they makin' up (Can you blame me?) I ain't trippin', on some pimpin', shе ain't make the cut (On my mama) Huh, ayy, I get a lot of racks (Gеt a lot of racks) She unfollowed, then she followed like I'll follow back (She a weirdo) First rule to fuckin' with me, don't you get attached (On my mama) Saks Fifth, I got the Glocky in the Louis bag (Ayy, you know it's on me) True Religion with the Christians while I do addition (While I do addition) She dig the ism, feelin' choosy, that's my new addiction (She dig it) She want attention, I want dollars, assume your position (Bitch) Hit the telly, four bitches and two of 'em kissin' (Telly) [Chorus: Fenix Flexin] (I got 'em kissin') Hit the telly, four bitches and two of them kissin' (Huh, not to mention, bitch) If you hop up in this whip, we doin' a mission (Skrrt, get 'em gone, ayy, ayy) Hit a lick, count it up, we doin' addition (Crazy, beep) All that dissin' on the 'Gram, we leavin' 'em missin' (Buh, buh) [Verse 2: MoneySign Suede] They wasn't with me, now they hit my telly I ain't goin' on a mission with you if I don't I see you out my celly Nigga poppin' out, she want the dick up in her belly Nigga poppin' out, just came from peanut butter and jellies I'm always on the road, I'm always ready Lately, I been stuck, I been spinnin' off the Henny Bitches came through, said these niggas wanna get me They wanna get me 'fore I hop inside a Bentley They wanna get me 'fore I hop inside a Bentley Bitches came through, said these niggas wanna get me [Bridge: Fenix Flexin] R.I.P. my nigga Suede, nigga Gone but not forgotten, real joint up in the city, you know? Real trophy shit, bitch, you dig? Ayy, ayy [Chorus: Fenix Flexin] (I got 'em kissin') Hit the telly, four bitches and two of them kissin' (Huh, not to mention, bitch) If you hop up in this whip, we doin' a mission (Skrrt, get 'em gone, ayy, ayy) Hit a lick, count it up, we doin' addition (Crazy) All that dissin' on the 'Gram, we leavin' 'em missin' (Buh, buh)

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  • Fenix Flexin
  • MoneySign Suede
  • BeatsByMILO