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2 Chainz - Flexin on My Baby Mama Songtext

I say I take care of my kids but I'm flexing on my baby mama
I'm like, "Damn, I shouldve wore a condom"
Boom boom boom
My shoes sold out in one day
Pull out the blueprint pumping that Gunplay
In a Maybach, pockets stay fat
So fly I could parallel park on a fucking runway
Going down a one way the wrong way
Shoot barrel long range, swag like pro ball
Gave her a ring, phone call
Money talk, pole vault
Walked in, drove off
So comfortable at the dealership, I don't take my robe off
I wake up and I get to it
Breakfast time I might sea food it
Lunch time I might lamb chop it
And all you do is talk shit like you eating booty
Southside in my bloodstream
Smoking on that propane
I can tell your ass one thing I like getting head wearing both chains
All white with no stains
I been trapping fore the Grammy nods
I been counting money so long Imma need a damn hand massage
So many cars I can barely park
So many cars I need another damn garage
I'm famous with my fam around
Damn, I wish I had my dad around
Gave my nigga a Lamborghini so that's a motherfucking lamb-me-down
Watch how Imma kill em for the summer
Watch how I'mma kill em
Watch how Imma kill em for the summer
Watch how I'mma kill em
I'm just flexing on my baby mama
I'm just flexing
I'm just flexing on my baby mama
I'm just flexing
Watch how Imma kill em for the summer
Watch how I'mma kill em
Watch how Imma kill em for the summer
Watch how I'mma kill em
I'm just flexing on my baby mama
I'm just flexing
I'm just flexing on my baby mama
I'm just flexing
European style, my dress code
Gunshots in the club, echo
Walk around with a .36 with six shots in my .38 Special
Black car, black Timbs
Bank of America back then
She tryna tell me her life story
And all I want is a lap dance
Good times smoking J's, rocking J's
I'm the rap earn it boss
If I paint a canvas it be Melee
Firearms, Viacom, maricón
If she bad I invite her home
Buying chains like I'm buying homes
Rims taller than Kevin Harts Ride Along
Them rhinestones, you ain't shining, nigga
I ain't hiding so you ain't gotta find me, nigga
All my clothes are designer, nigga
And my backseat reclining, nigga
Came in rocking all gold
And Im fucking all yall hoes
Smoking on that lean Henney
Sipping on that hard boiled
This that get back, click clack get back
Smoking on raw paper, this ain't zigzags
Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier
I'm looking for a baby eater
Can I get a volunteer?
Watch how Imma kill em for the summer
Watch how I'mma kill em
Watch how Imma kill em for the summer
Watch how I'mma kill em
I'm just flexing on my baby mama
I'm just flexing
I'm just flexing on my baby mama
I'm just flexing
Watch how Imma kill em for the summer
Watch how I'mma kill em
Watch how Imma kill em for the summer
Watch how I'mma kill em
I'm just flexing on my baby mama
I'm just flexing
I'm just flexing on my baby mama
I'm just flexing
I say I take care of my kids but Im flexing on my baby mama
I'm like, "Damn, I shouldve wore a condom"
Boom boom boom
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