Mr Flex Men Testo

Call me Mr. Flex Man, Mr. Check Man
You'll be D-A-S, man, walking dead man
I'm a walking lick, man, don't dare lick, man
Yo gon' leash a fix, man, that shit tickin'
What me and my bitch in, Christian Louboutins
Ho this a coupe tan, you can't swoop in
Yes I am a rude man, bitch, excuse me
I hit Saks Fifth and I blew ten

I can't be your boo, bitch, I want blue strips I'ma be awful loose here, you should lose him
That boy chain is fool's gold, who fufu man?
Walk 'round town with these hoes, and you hoes be movin'
You walk like the dopeman, talk like the dopeman
He look like the dopeman, bitch, I'm the dopeman
2K for a show, man, bitch, watch me go in
We can't bring them poles in, then we don't go in
Them boys on the low and be pistol totin'
Them boys up on your end be dick holding
I ain't with that romance, bitch, we can't hold hands
Bitch, she gon' bring that load in, I still won't stroke down
Walkin' like an old man, I poured a four in

Call me Mr. Flex Man, Mr. Check Man
You'll be D-A-S, man, walking dead man
I'm a walking lick, man, don't dare lick, man
Yo gon' leash a fix, man, that shit tickin'
What me and my bitch in, Christian Louboutins
Ho this a coupe tan, you can't swoop in
Yes I am a rude man, bitch, excuse me I hit Saks Fifth and I blew ten