Video Discussions de Flex Sinatra 2024 Rap Lyrics

Flex Sinatra - Discussions Lyrics

1 DISCUSSIONS Lyrics[Intro]
(Gold Haze on the track)
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[Chorus]
I ain't have on one chain, knew I was a rap star (Knew I was a rap star)
Let another nigga tell it, you won't make it that far (You won't make it that far)
Like another picture, I'm gon' dunk her off the backboard (I'm gon' dunk off the backboard)
Put a dub in her purse and she ain't have to ask for it (Nah)
Lamborghini shake a nigga block (Uh-uh, uh-uh) like a Mack Truck (A Mack Truck)
Paper promise, we gon' know 'bout those, bitch, I'm racked up (I'm racked up)
Hundred mob gone to hit the club if it's bussin'
If she ain't fuck me 'cause I rap, that ho just love my discussion

[Verse 1]
Ayy, SVR like squad car (Like squad car), we got like five of these (Like five of these)
I hear that money counter, "Frrt," it put my mind at ease (My mind at ease)
She saw that view up in my shit, that ho wasn't tryna leave (Wasn't tryna leave)
Put so much dick inside her mouth, that ho wasn't tryna breathe (Uh, ayy-ayy)
Before the J was on my neck and on my wrist and on my dogs and on my bitches, I was Sinatra where I'm from (I was Sinatra where I'm from)
I don't stick to not a script, but shit get switchy where I'm from (But shit get switchy where I'm from)
All the bitches who was picky all like, "Pick me" where I'm from (They all like, "Pick me" where I'm from)
Turn a freeze up some ANG (Up some ANG)
Apart of life
Shit expensive, I ain't trippin', nigga, I had a hard life (Nigga, I had a hard life)
My lil' nigga behind the wall, but nigga, he still apart of this (He still apart of this)
Skipped the Cartier and grabbed the Audemar, we don't do no starter kits, nigga
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I ain't have on one chain, knew I was a rap star (Knew I was a rap star)
Let another nigga tell it, you won't make it that far (You won't make it that far)
Like another picture, I'm gon' dunk her off the backboard (I'm gon' dunk off the backboard)
Put a dub in her purse and she ain't have to ask for it (Nah)
Lamborghini shake a nigga block like a Mack Truck (A Mack Truck)
Paper promise, we gon' know 'bout those, bitch, I'm racked up (I'm racked up)
Hundred mob gone to hit the club if it's bussin'
If she ain't fuck me 'cause I rap, that ho just love my discussion

[Verse 2]
Uh, boss, great flexer back again, nigga scared now (Nigga scared now)
Niggas walkin' light, act like it's money on they head (Act like it's money on they head)
Hit the drug store, she hear exactly what I sell now (She hear exactly what I sell now)
Found out she a bird, so I only feed her bread now (Bitch)
I won't shake another nigga hand, I'm on they head now (Yeah)
I won't feel them hunger pains, a nigga fed now (Fed now)
Me and Drummer rappin' 'bout the type of shit we 'posed to ('Posed to)
What's the point of niggas when these niggas do what hoes do? (Do what hoes do)
Ayy, ayy-ayy
What's the bap about? (The bap about)
Oh, you havin' motion, huh? (Havin' motion, huh?)
Tighten up your passport (Your passport), trip across the ocean, huh? (The ocean, huh?)
All yo' bitches different, ayy (Different, ayy)
She thick as fuck, she pokin', huh? (She pokin', huh?)
Ridin' with your pistol, ayy (With your pistol, ayy)
You ain't 'bout to go for nothin' (Go for nothin')
Money on the dashboard (The dashboard), leave it like my last did (My last did)
Hundred on my real K, two hundred what the dash say (What the dash say)
Rap about—, show me what that ass is (What that ass is)
Bank account look different now, I ran it up the fast way (Mine, mine)
[Chorus]
I ain't have on one chain, knew I was a rap star (Knew I was a rap star)
Let another nigga tell it, you won't make it that far (You won't make it that far)
Like another picture, I'm gon' dunk her off the backboard (I'm gon' dunk off the backboard)
Put a dub in her purse and she ain't have to ask for it (Nah)
Lamborghini shake a nigga block like a Mack Truck (A Mack Truck)
Paper promise, we gon' know 'bout those, bitch, I'm racked up (I'm racked up)
Hundred mob gone to hit the club if it's bussin'
If she ain't fuck me 'cause I rap, that ho just love my discussion