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A Edwards - Flex Wave Feat Matt Narks Lyrics

[Intro: The LX]
Yeah, yeah
Ya, Yaaa

[Verse: The LX]
(Yeah, ooo)
100 bands I'm flexin' on the low (on the low)
200 bands I flipped it on my own (on my own)
City on my back now we can go (ya, ya)
If I say it then I mean it, and I know, yeah
When I get it, (ohh) the whole team gon' get it all, yeah (yeah, yeah)
So wavy baby, like the sauce is drippin'

[Pre-Chorus The LX]
(Yeah, ooo)
There ain't really nothin' else to do, yeah (yeah)
There ain't really nothin' left to prove, yeah (yeah)
Bust it like a gun and make it move, yeah
I cannot lose (ooo)

[Chorus: The LX]
Ooo, (ya) flexin' on my haters I'm like
Ooo, (ya) pull up on 'em in a brand new coupe (skrrt)
Drop the top so they can't see the roof (ya, yaaa)
Drop the top so they can't see the roof (ya)
Flexin' on my heaters I'm like
Ooo, 300 bands later still the truth (skrrt)
Drop the top so they can't see the roof (ya, yaaa)
Flexin' on my haters like (ohh ay-ya)
[Verse: Matt Narks]
Ay, I need to flex
I'm talkin' checks
Feel like I'm workin' my pecks (ay, wooo)
Got 'em upset
Hop in the booth, I'm talkin' straight from the jet (jet)
I see the stares, I see the fear in they eyes it's lookin' so clear (so clear)
Straight from the ''Clair now I got chicks in Bel-Air, I'm talkin' bout pairs (uh)
High off life I exhale then I excel
Me and LX do it XL
Keep it flippin' like Nextels
Birds chirpin' like the old trap phone (yerr, yerr, yerr)
When I land they like "Oh, Matt's home"
Been a boss since the throwbacks on
Now I'm ballin' like Bo Jackson (ooo)

[Pre-Chorus: The LX]
(Yeah, ooo)
There ain't really nothin' else to do, yeah (yeah)
There ain't really nothin' left to prove, yeah (yeah)
Bust it like a gun and make it move, yeah
I cannot lose (ooo)

[Chorus: The LX]
Ooo, (ya) flexin' on my haters I'm like
Ooo, (ya) pull up on 'em in a brand new coupe (skrrt)
Drop the top so they can't see the roof (ya, yaaa)
Drop the top so they can't see the roof (ya)
Flexin' on my heaters I'm like
Ooo, 300 bands later still the truth (skrrt)
Drop the top so they can't see the roof (ya, yaaa)
Flexin' on my haters like (ohh ay-ya)
[Outro: The LX]
Oh, Ohh ay-ya
Ya, yaaa
Ohh ay-ya
Oh, Ohh ay-ya
Ohh ay-ya