Ain't no time for questions
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Business plan I started that
Remember I was selling plants
Like a farmer with the almanac
F*cked around and made a stack
Gave the plug his money back
Then I moved to California
Where the shit was legal at
I was on my own
Had friends they did not call
That turn your boy so cold
That's why my heart done froze
And I swore for God
I wouldn't give up my goals
They see the momentum
That's when the fake shit come
Remember me back in the day
I used to live right down the way
On whatever street
I always knew that you would make it
You'd find a way
So let's get back to the money
Let's get this paper (F*ck you)
Ain't no time for questions
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
I was born to flex
I like morning sex
I like boarding jets
But nothing in this world
That I like more than a
Bitch with a phat ass
I'm palm that I'm slap that
I'm a take that booty right back
If her ass flat give her transplants
I'm a quarterback I'm a snap that
I'm a pass that to the next cat
And if he a pussy he get laughed at
Make a lab rat take a cat nap
I'm a big dog that's a big fact
You a bitch made nigga f*ck that
Need a ass whooping and a dunce cap
I'm too black like Tupac
Ain't got time to explain that
Ain't no time for questions
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
BlakkSmyth - Muscle Shirt Lyrics
BlakkSmyth - Muscle Shirt Lyrics
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Ain't no time for questions
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Business plan I started that
Remember I was selling plants
Like a farmer with the almanac
F*cked around and made a stack
Gave the plug his money back
Then I moved to California
Where the shit was legal at
I was on my own
Had friends they did not call
That turn your boy so cold
That's why my heart done froze
And I swore for God
I wouldn't give up my goals
They see the momentum
That's when the fake shit come
Remember me back in the day
I used to live right down the way
On whatever street
I always knew that you would make it
You'd find a way
So let's get back to the money
Let's get this paper (F*ck you)
Ain't no time for questions
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
I was born to flex
I like morning sex
I like boarding jets
But nothing in this world
That I like more than a
Bitch with a phat ass
I'm palm that I'm slap that
I'm a take that booty right back
If her ass flat give her transplants
I'm a quarterback I'm a snap that
I'm a pass that to the next cat
And if he a pussy he get laughed at
Make a lab rat take a cat nap
I'm a big dog that's a big fact
You a bitch made nigga f*ck that
Need a ass whooping and a dunce cap
I'm too black like Tupac
Ain't got time to explain that
Ain't no time for questions
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Business plan I started that
Remember I was selling plants
Like a farmer with the almanac
F*cked around and made a stack
Gave the plug his money back
Then I moved to California
Where the shit was legal at
I was on my own
Had friends they did not call
That turn your boy so cold
That's why my heart done froze
And I swore for God
I wouldn't give up my goals
They see the momentum
That's when the fake shit come
Remember me back in the day
I used to live right down the way
On whatever street
I always knew that you would make it
You'd find a way
So let's get back to the money
Let's get this paper (F*ck you)
Ain't no time for questions
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
I was born to flex
I like morning sex
I like boarding jets
But nothing in this world
That I like more than a
Bitch with a phat ass
I'm palm that I'm slap that
I'm a take that booty right back
If her ass flat give her transplants
I'm a quarterback I'm a snap that
I'm a pass that to the next cat
And if he a pussy he get laughed at
Make a lab rat take a cat nap
I'm a big dog that's a big fact
You a bitch made nigga f*ck that
Need a ass whooping and a dunce cap
I'm too black like Tupac
Ain't got time to explain that
Ain't no time for questions
Who what when how where why
Ex-girl wanna come round
Like i need a stepson
Niggas say I changed up
F*ck you mean
Niggas getting cut off
Call me muscle shirt
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Baby I was born to flex
Writer: Roger Smith
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