Don't Flex

Space Age
 Chorus 2X:
 Dont flex baby
 I wanna see you toucha toes in that dress baby
 Bounce it up and down like we having sex baby
 Give me the head and you can give them tricks the rest baby
 And nuthin less baby
 (Eightball)
 Eightball let me grip the mic and rip the track
 Freaky hoes let me see you shaking what you got
 Trick niggas buy them hoes a drank to keep em cool
 And I'm gone be with them niggas drinking yak ackin a fool
 Fulla hay f**k security 'cause we dont give a f**k
 At the bar drinking shots looking at them hoes strut
 Up and down side to side for a nigga like a foe
 Young hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
 Dont trip baby
 After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
 And let a nigga get a sample of them lips baby
 And we gone keep it on the hush
 You can hit me on the hip but dont be blowin a nigga up
 9 11 all the time damn tell me what you need
 Hold on let me click over MJ what you see
 (MJG)
 I see a stout thang
 Were bout to leave a hump off in yo couch mayn
 One look at this bitcha make yo mouth hang open
 Freak what you looking at
 A true pimp I seen it in her camp
 Full time party lifer dance floora
 Dopeman's bitch average club goer
 Shake it baby til your G-strang break loose
 I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
 She's a cover girl under bed cover f**k yo red brother
 And yo black brother and yo dead brother she aint scared brother
 Big thick juicy body molaty
 Got mo butt than she got body
 She's a go-getter pro switch hitter
 But only in the dark
 So parking lot competition is hard
 I aint chasing
 And if I stay around aint cause I'm waiting (Uhn)
 Now get along girl get bout your straighten
 Chorus 2X
 (Eightball)
 We make it hot
 We came to make it hotta than Nevada
 Big balling G slanging Suave House product
 In the lab like a chemist cooking weighing up and cutting
 Trinity to the MPC making dope pushing buttons
 Organized Noise
 Them country ATL boys
 Got it locked up and sewed up and keep it rocked up
 Glocked up
 Doing the southside like Lil Key Key
 Tricks talking shit gone see my hollow tips in 3D
 But we didn't come to see no jealous ass niggas
 We came to keep the party hype and drank up all the liquor
 And f**k with the gold diggers them free drink sippers
 Cause them gone be the ones in the room pulling zippers
 With they teeth mind blow by the presidential suite
 Waking up talking bout they wanna go and eat
 Hit the dho baby
 You aint got to go home but yo ass got to go baby
 And that for sho baby
 Chorus 2X
 (MJG)
 I saw yo naked ass
 Peekin out the curtain of yo mini shirt
 Shadow of yo pussy close behind
 Telling me MJG
 Run with me through fields of flowers
 We can f**k for hours
 Come and she you anytime
 You say no
 How you gone say that when you dress say yes
 A saddle on yo chest I expect nothing less
 Than nuts on yo neck dick on yo chin
 Just like we done then last time lets do it again
 It looks as if to me you got some handles bout yourself
 But everything you struggle to reach is up on the shelf
 In homes of pimps who done done it
 Some play around with your mind we run it
 Gin sippers Orange Mound, Tennessee nigga
 We deliver all up and down the Mississippi river
 F**k a check bitch
 No ID no income and dividends
 Aint got nothing but space now fill it in
 Chorus 3X