Tory Lanez, 2 Chainz, Chris Brown - DucK my Ex lyrics
Tory Lanez [Argentina Fargo] Brampton, Ontario, Canada/Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇨🇦 🇺🇸
Tauheed Epps
[Tory Lanez, 2 Chainz, Chris Brown - DucK my Ex lyrics]
Got it on smash
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (Oowee)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes (Oowee)
And my 40 and the TEC, oh (yeah, yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oowee)
Damn what's comin' next (Oowee)
I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah)
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
In here, toasted up
I'ma take a single pic and I'ma post it up
Oh yeah single for the night and
The night looking young
She throw it to me right
Anytime you make it jump, jump
Throw it to me, throw it to me
Bust it like a new year, all of it to me
I found a little shawty and
She badder when I'm set
Shout-out everybody in here doing
Better than they ex, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (Oowee)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes (Oowee)
And my 40 and the TEC, oh (yeah, yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oowee)
Damn what's comin' next (Oowee)
I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah)
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
Don't get in my way, get in my way now
Don't you go out your way on your way down
Don't gotta be partying, ain't tryna keep up
Just don't look for me, end of story
It's the major leagues
I swing my dick like batter up
I stay creeping hit it out the park
With your best friend and be
Fucking in my 'Rari
Know a nigga petty, I'm not saying sorry
I'm just countin' checks, tryna flex
You know
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (Oowee)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes (Oowee)
And my 40 and the TEC, oh (yeah, yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oowee)
Damn what's comin' next (Oowee)
I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah)
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
Yeah i go hard, erect
Surrounded in baguettes my life need a set
A director and a soundtrack
Sippin' on some Malbec
Where you get that style from?
Let me get my style back
Never been camera shy
Mug shots, no Clayton High
Potato on the barrel
Turn your ass into potato pie
Every letter in the alphabet a G (G)
My favorite rapper that I wanna see is me
You can't compete i'm out your league
Check your receipt the dick ain't free, yeah
Okay, on my fourth Patek
I'm stuntin' on my ex
Give her everything except another
Chance and respect, yeah
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (2 Chainz)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah rollie, no Patek
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the TEC
Oh tryna duck my ex
Damn whats comin' next
I just wanna flex, oh yeah tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (Oowee)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes (Oowee)
And my 40 and the TEC, oh (yeah, yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oowee)
Damn what's comin' next (Oowee)
I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah)
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
In here, toasted up
I'ma take a single pic and I'ma post it up
Oh yeah single for the night and
The night looking young
She throw it to me right
Anytime you make it jump, jump
Throw it to me, throw it to me
Bust it like a new year, all of it to me
I found a little shawty and
She badder when I'm set
Shout-out everybody in here doing
Better than they ex, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (Oowee)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes (Oowee)
And my 40 and the TEC, oh (yeah, yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oowee)
Damn what's comin' next (Oowee)
I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah)
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
Don't get in my way, get in my way now
Don't you go out your way on your way down
Don't gotta be partying, ain't tryna keep up
Just don't look for me, end of story
It's the major leagues
I swing my dick like batter up
I stay creeping hit it out the park
With your best friend and be
Fucking in my 'Rari
Know a nigga petty, I'm not saying sorry
I'm just countin' checks, tryna flex
You know
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (Oowee)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (Oowee)
Give me the baguettes (Oowee)
And my 40 and the TEC, oh (yeah, yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oowee)
Damn what's comin' next (Oowee)
I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah)
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah
Yeah i go hard, erect
Surrounded in baguettes my life need a set
A director and a soundtrack
Sippin' on some Malbec
Where you get that style from?
Let me get my style back
Never been camera shy
Mug shots, no Clayton High
Potato on the barrel
Turn your ass into potato pie
Every letter in the alphabet a G (G)
My favorite rapper that I wanna see is me
You can't compete i'm out your league
Check your receipt the dick ain't free, yeah
Okay, on my fourth Patek
I'm stuntin' on my ex
Give her everything except another
Chance and respect, yeah
Tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks (2 Chainz)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah rollie, no Patek
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the TEC
Oh tryna duck my ex
Damn whats comin' next
I just wanna flex, oh yeah tryna duck my ex
Count a hundred checks
I just wanna flex, oh yeah