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Destroyyyyer - Weird Flex II (feat. Wack Zack) [June 2019 Rough Draft] Lyrics



Destroyyyyer - Weird Flex II (feat. Wack Zack) [June 2019 Rough Draft] Lyrics




This is satire
A new record

Hopped in the the coupe, I flew the coupe
More than a few, f*ck wrong with you
I thought that you knew, I'm nothin' new
F*ck it, I got them Jimmy Choo's
Don't turn off the night lights, we always keep the party lit
You calling it a paparazzi, I call it a mosh pit
I just couldn't help myself, I had to make another hit
I got all the money power, call me Richy Rick
I got pennies, nickels, quarters, and dimes
Laughing at your ass while you keep on paying those fines

Weird flex, guess who's coming next
Cut off all connections now I made it to the press
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I just kept on grinding now I'm in the one percent
Tell my momma and my dad that I made it
I never did all of this shit just to fake it
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I'll never be sorry that your life is so depressed

Got more shoes than Payless, 'bout to cause a big mess
Guess it's time to confess, this shit was never a bless
Got so much money, bitch, I call it contrabands
My money is like grass, and your money is like sand
Don't talk to me right now I'm on my payroll
Got so much dough, that I think it might be death toll
All my pockets even greener than a Caesar salad bowl
If you try to come at me, I'll put you in a choke hold
All the gold up in my teeth, they be screaming like, wow!
I be filling up the verses, they got more spots than a cow
Call up JG Wentworth, 'cause I need my money now
All my dollars, they be shining brighter, than a plateau

Weird flex, guess who's coming next
Cut off all connections now I made it to the press
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I just kept on grinding now I'm in the one percent
Tell my momma and my dad that I made it
I never did all of this shit just to fake it
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I'll never be sorry that your life is so depressed

Bang bang bang
Chop a bust and let it spray

(-ming on, it's coming on, it's)
Finally, someone let me out of my cage

Madlib, turn the strings up
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English

This is satire
A new record

Hopped in the the coupe, I flew the coupe
More than a few, f*ck wrong with you
I thought that you knew, I'm nothin' new
F*ck it, I got them Jimmy Choo's
Don't turn off the night lights, we always keep the party lit
You calling it a paparazzi, I call it a mosh pit
I just couldn't help myself, I had to make another hit
I got all the money power, call me Richy Rick
I got pennies, nickels, quarters, and dimes
Laughing at your ass while you keep on paying those fines

Weird flex, guess who's coming next
Cut off all connections now I made it to the press
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I just kept on grinding now I'm in the one percent
Tell my momma and my dad that I made it
I never did all of this shit just to fake it
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I'll never be sorry that your life is so depressed

Got more shoes than Payless, 'bout to cause a big mess
Guess it's time to confess, this shit was never a bless
Got so much money, bitch, I call it contrabands
My money is like grass, and your money is like sand
Don't talk to me right now I'm on my payroll
Got so much dough, that I think it might be death toll
All my pockets even greener than a Caesar salad bowl
If you try to come at me, I'll put you in a choke hold
All the gold up in my teeth, they be screaming like, wow!
I be filling up the verses, they got more spots than a cow
Call up JG Wentworth, 'cause I need my money now
All my dollars, they be shining brighter, than a plateau

Weird flex, guess who's coming next
Cut off all connections now I made it to the press
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I just kept on grinding now I'm in the one percent
Tell my momma and my dad that I made it
I never did all of this shit just to fake it
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I'll never be sorry that your life is so depressed

Bang bang bang
Chop a bust and let it spray

(-ming on, it's coming on, it's)
Finally, someone let me out of my cage

Madlib, turn the strings up
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Writer: Michael Cope, Wack Zack
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Performed By: Destroyyyyer
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Michael Cope, Wack Zack
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