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Tha Carter VI/ Carter 6. 9th Track Flex Up. 2025.
In 432 Hertz Frequency. Slightly louder. 105% (100% is regular).

Lyrics:

Hmm - Hmmm

[Intro]
You can ask Lauren, Zipporah, and Kira
I Saint Laurent

[Verse 1]
I Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that
Bought my hoes some Amiri
I been getting money, it's old and delirious
You can ask Lauren, Zipporah, and Kira 'nem
I've been rich nigga before the millennium
Smoking this dope to control the adrenaline
Sharpshooter aimin', I sort out the innocents
Star in the bank, in the courtroom, a criminal
I just bought bae a new Maserati truck
Gotta slide on the opp, she said, "Not in my truck"
More fire, if it's not, then it's not in my blunt
I been climbing to the top and I'm tryin' not to jump
Anybody seen the roof to the top of my car?
I'ma tell the whole truth, I'ma try not to stunt
Diamonds in the tooth from the back and into the front
Big mama, Lil Tunechi, dick fatter than her, I'ma platter to her

[Chorus]
I told her eat it
I'm lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
I been getting dough, I just had to redeem it
I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Funny, heard the same thing when I talked to Stevie, damn
Ain't nothin' left for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' left for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' else for me to do but to flex up
Took a selfie of me, hold the checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup, yeah, I told her eat it
I'm lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
I been getting dough, I just had to redeem it
I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie

[Verse 2]
Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that
I ain't got no limits, credit card, it don't max
Spend it all on my kids, they gon' ball like their dad
When you only know riches, you don't know the rags
And we war over flags if you don't know the half
You get caught in a jam
I might spend a lil' bread, send some niggas in red
To come treat your head like bologna and ham
I'm at home with a ma'am, she want only a tan
I see only her ass and she only a fan
I say, "I understand," but I don't understand
Said she hot on the 'Gram, bitch, I'm hot out the pan, I found out she a stan
If you ain't got that bag, then that private don't land
Slimy, do not test me, I'm your final exam
Don't care how much you crammin'
If you think it's sweet, turn your body to yams

[Chorus]
Mmm, eat it
Lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
Give her a pole, she turn into Houdini
Just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Funny, same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie, uh
Ain't nothin' left for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' else for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' left for me to do, I ain't F-in' with you
Took a selfie of me throwin' checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup, I told her eat it
Lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
Dicked down some hoes, caught feelings, retreated
Just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie

[Outro]
Ain't nothin' left for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' else for me to do but to flex up
I ain't F-in' with you, nigga, flex up
Take a selfie with me throwin' checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup

#LilWayne #432Hertz

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