Correction Lyrics Fake Flexer by Bryson Chapman

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Twenty-seven hertz beat

I got bands and you know that I walk
Horse ridin' and the Gucci the socks
I'm the n***a that been drippin' in sauce
Pull up, whip it, then they look at me, pause
My diamonds been drippin', they look like a Danimal
Pull up to parties, I think I'm a animal
Eatin' these rappers, I think I'm a cannibal
Diamonds be drippin', they look like a Danimal
I got bands and you know that I walk
Horse ridin' and the Gucci the socks
I'm the n***a that been drippin' in sauce
Pull up, whip it, then they look at me, pause
My diamonds been drippin', they look like a Danimal
Pull up to parties, I think I'm an animal
Eatin' these rappers, I think I'm a cannibal
Diamonds be drippin', they look like a Danimal

Water whippin' up inside the kitchen, I'm workin' (Okay)
See you on my IG, n***a you lurkin'
I-I don't mean to brag, n***a I'm perfect (Sheesh)
Pull up with the Jag', n***a I earned it (On god)
My girl thick with three C's, on god (On god)
That check cleared with three C's, on god (On me)
If I tell, then n***a, I'll die (I'll die)
Y'all fake flex, and a n***a like, "Why?"
I got bands in the motherf**kin' coupe (Okay)
Boy, don't flex with them fake a** shoes (Don't flex)
Boy, don't talk 'cause your girl ain't cute (Ain't cute)
My diamonds been cold and they drippin' (Oh) just like a McFlurry (Oh)
I know your vision is blurry (Oh)
Cartier gla**es (Oh) up on my face right now, (Okay) writing these raps like a poet

Pull up
Hop out (What?)
Damn, that's my girl (Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t, okay)
Pull up
Hop out (What?)
Damn, that's my girl (Okay, okay, okay, okay, sheesh)

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