8Ball, MJG - Don't Flex lyrics

Space Age

Don't 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 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 fuck security cuz we
Don't give a fuck
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 don't 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
Don't 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

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 fuck yo red brother
And yo black brother and yo dead
Brother she ain't 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 ain't chasing
And if I stay around ain't cause I'm waiting
(Uhn)
Now get along girl get bout your straighten

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 fuck 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 ain't got to go home but
Yo ass got to go baby and that for sho baby

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 fuck 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
Fuck a check bitch
No ID no income and dividends
Ain't got nothing but space now fill it in