Flex song is sung by Brodha V. The song’s music is composed & penned by Brodha V. Music Label Brodha V.
Flex Song Credits
Song Title – Flex
Music – Brodha V
Singer – Brodha V
Lyricist – Brodha V
Music Label – Brodha V
Flex Song Lyrics
Aye yo
If talent was affluence, you a candle, I’m a chandelier
The leap of faith i took propelled me out the atmosphere
I’m at the heights that you willfully ignore and fear
You could be scorpion and still wouldn’t get over here
The moves I make send shock waves across the seas
I can drop you harder than zimbabwe’s economy
They catch strokes like the mandarin script
Going at me is how you gon’ put your fandom at risk
So immersed in the beef when all their verses are weak
Rappers acting like gangsta, but couldn’t murder a beat
Ayo my tact deep and nuanced, a fact thee can chew on
You don’t want this like bat meat in Wuhan
They only get smoked when they claim they’re kings
And get embarrassed looking like they got rosacea skin
When my ink takes shape, I must be rorschach in secrecy
Now, nobody, not even snorlax can sleep on me
And I be making moves, I get around
Make the crowd go cray when they hear the sound
Getting lit in every pind and every city now
Hit you with the sickest sound
Check you when you’re outta line
And I be making moves, I get around
Make the crowd go cray when they hear the sound
Getting lit in every pind and every city now
Hit you with the sickest sound
Check you when you’re outta line
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex on em, flex on em, flex on em
And go
Flex on em, flex on em, flex on em
And we go
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex on em, flex on em, flex on em
And go
Flex on em, flex on em, flex on em, go
Been a vandal on the mic, I’m a nocuous threat
Show you how to drop bars and deposit a cheque
Every once in a while they try and spar with the best
They wanna battle somebody who goes to war to go rest
Nah, they can’t stand you like the screaming of an icy ex
You wouldn’t be the shit if you’re excreted cause of IBS
I leave the audience in awe like VFX
Y’all the type to leave em in splits like amoeba sex
I leave em shook enough to break the Richter scale
Make the blind see my true potential like I split in Braille
Labels see me brandishing the profits when I’m landing gigs
And now they got their legs spread wider than a pandemic
It’s illegal the way i spit like I’m in singapore
When every single rhyme hit like iron swinging doors
Do critics wanna debate me with wrong slang
Cuz I’ll leave em silent like traitors in Pyongyang
Aaa haa
And I be making moves, I get around
Make the crowd go cray when they hear the sound
Getting lit in every pind and every city now
Hit you with the sickest sound
Check you when you’re outta line
And I be making moves, I get around
Make the crowd go cray when they hear the sound
Getting lit in every pind and every city now
Hit you with the sickest sound
Check you when you’re outta line
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex on em, flex on em, flex on em
And go
Flex on em, flex on em, flex on em
And we go
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex on em, flex on em, flex on em
And go
Flex on em, flex on em, flex on em
And we go
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
Flex, flex, flex
I make you wanna
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