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Can I flex? Can I flex? Can I flex? Yeah Ain't dissin' nobody, ain't dissin' nobody This is just something I say I was drunk off the Julio I was on text with a groupie, yo I told her come through the studio I would never take her home, though She Latina, she go loco In my city, she a 10, yeah Out in L.A., she a ocho Any lower, that's a no-go She a 7, that's a so-so I record it on my iPhone I go watch it back in slo-mo I'm off the speed like Keanu Reeves I got the Addy, take two of these I might just pull up and shoot the three If she doesn't know me, that's new to me Can I flex? Can I flex? Can I flex? Can I flex? Can I flex? Can I? I call that truth, you call that arrogance Stop all the making comparisons Letras de cancionesStop all that shit, that's embarrassing Don't make me stop at a Bank of America I got that broccoli asparagus They let me smoke on the terraces I popped a E as I pulled up to Terrance's Boy that's some player shit, you still at home at your parents' I will not take a day off 'Til I get that 'rari like Ferris's Lately I been going crazy I need to talk to a therapist I do not walk with the weapon But I know that Sunny gon' carry his Whenever he ride and I gotta remind him don't walk through security clearances T[?] just got off the phone and it's all 'cause he talkin' in Arabic We could just fly to Dubai and get by on like 50 in Paris's I heard you talkin' that shit that's on mine and I think that's hillarious These girls say they not into sharing shit But I bet they down to experiment Yeah, did I flex? Did I flex? Was that flexing? Did I flex? Yeah, did I flex? Was that flexing? From Letras Mania