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"Flexin On My Baby Mama" lyrics by 2 CHAINZ
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[formerly known as TITY BOI]


"Flexin On My Baby Mama"


I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama
I'm like, "Damn I shoulda wore a condom."
Boom boom boom

[Verse 1:]
My shoes sold out in one day
Pull out the blueprint bumpin' dat 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 uncomfortable 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 you do is talk shit like you was eatin' booty
Southside in my bloodstream
Smokin' on that propane
I could tell ya ass one thing, I like gettin' head wearing both chains
All white with no stains
I been trappin fore the Grammy nods
I been countin' money so long I'm a 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 a nigga a Lamborghini, so that's a motherfuckin' lamb-me-down

[Hook:]
Watch how I'm a kill em for the summer [x2] (Watch how I'm a kill em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama [x2] (I'm just flexin)
Watch how I'm a kill em for the summer [x2] (Watch how I'm a kill em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama [x2] (I'm just flexin)

[Verse 2:]
European style my dresscode
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 smokin' J's rockin' J's
I'm the rap Ernie Barnes
If I paint a canvas it'd be Melee
Firearms, Viacom, maricón (/)
If she bad I invite her home
Buying chains like I'm buyin' homes
Rims taller than Kevin Hart, Ride Along
Them rhinestones you ain't shinin' nigga
I ain't hidin' so you ain't gotta find me nigga
All my clothes are designer nigga
In my back seat reclinin' nigga
Came in rockin' all gold
And I'm fuckin' all ya'll hoes
Smokin' on that Lee Haney
Sippin' on that hard boiled
This that get back click clack get back
Smokin' on Raw paper, this ain't zig zags
Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier
I'm lookin' for a baby eater
Can I get a volunteer?

[Hook]

I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama
I'm like "Damn I shoulda wore a condom"
Boom boom boom

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