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PnB Rock - Stop Flexinnnnn lyrics

Artist: PnB Rock

album: It's Over


Oh yeah
Yeah
Stop flexing like you ballin' (like you ballin')
You ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Why you frontin'?)
All your diamonds, they look cloudy, they ain't real (they ain't real)
They see the bape shit at the store, that shit ain't real (that shit ain't real)
Why you flexin' like you ballin'? (Why you flexin'?)
You ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Why you frontin'?)
That fake gold all in your grill gon' fuck up your dental (fuck up your dental)
You be flexin' all in that drop, but it's a rental, yeah
Switch it up, switch it up (switch it up, switch it up)
Switch it up, switch it up (switch it up, switch it up)
Walk up on your block with a pistol, like give it up, give it up (give it up, give it up)
Throw that shit all on the ground, my young niggas gon' pick it up (pick it up, pick it up)
Put that shit all in the bag and hop in the mini truck (hop in the mini truck)
Who is poppin' up with these xans? (Yeah)
These bitches know I'm the man (yeah)
They got me back on the perkys, no I don't fuck with no xans (no)
My pockets, they full of them bands (bands)
Look back on my life, I'm like damn (damn)
I got songs on the billboards, this shit wasn't even planned
I used to be bustin' them traps (traps), I used to be sellin' that crack (crack)
I used to be all in the trap house, young nigga, I had that sack (I had that sack)
Now I'm just killin' them tracks, I put my life all on wax (on wax)
Everything I say in facts now, young nigga tell me some facts now
Stop flexing like you ballin' (like you ballin')
You ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Why you frontin'?)
All your diamonds, they look cloudy, they ain't real (they ain't real)
They see the bape shit at the store, that shit ain't real (that shit ain't real)
Why you flexin' like you ballin'? (Why you flexin'?)
You ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Why you frontin'?)
That fake gold all in your grill gon' fuck up your dental (fuck up your dental)
You be flexin' all in that drop, but it's a rental (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Yeah, you ain't got it, nigga, stop it (yeah)
You ain't at the bank makin' no deposits (yeah)
You be at the mall but you don't ever cop shit (yeah)
'Cause you broke nigga (yeah) and we know nigga (yeah)
Uhh, used to worry about my clothes nigga
Uhh, you ain't never got no dough nigga
'Cause you a bozo (yeah), you got no hoes (yeah)
And that's fake gold (yeah), that ain't rose gold
Stop flexing like you ballin' (like you ballin')
You ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Why you frontin'?)
All your diamonds, they look cloudy, they ain't real (they ain't real)
They see the bape shit at the store, that shit ain't real (that shit ain't real)
Why you flexin' like you ballin'? (Why you flexin'?)
You ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Why you frontin'?)
That fake gold all in your grill gon' fuck up your dental (fuck up your dental)
You be flexin' all in that drop, but it's a rental (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

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