Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Flex Zone, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Body Bag 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
No Flex Zone |
No flex zone, no flex zone |
They know better, they know better |
No flex zone, no flex zone |
They know better, they know better |
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel |
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous |
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better |
I’m a trendsetter, I’m a go getter |
Attention err’body, I’m gettin' sick and tired of gettin' modest |
I’m gettin' plenty money, now they think I’m Illuminati |
I’m the reason why they own a new Bugatti |
I’m the one who give the flow to the game |
Rap game, it will neva be the same |
I done burf you niggas and then nervous you niggas |
I’m the reason why you eva had a name |
I’m the one who runnin' thangs in the south |
You don’t run a damn thing but yo mouth |
Niggas talkin' outta terms till I pull up with the burn |
Now the souls outside of yo house |
Man, see me ride round the city with the top down |
Bad bitches all out of heads down |
Turnt for a nigga whole throat |
And I’m a come and get it like a rebound |
Bust it one time like a Greyhound |
Ass in the air with ya face down |
All this money on the floor, all this money on the table |
It so much you would think Floyd May 'round |
Why the broke boys always wanna flex? |
Be the main ones, scare me with the checks |
Niggas ball for a minute, blowin' bands on them bitches |
Now they missin' tryna car you collect |
Howl, you’s a fraud, nigga, I’m at yo bottle |
U a thot, bitch, you ain’t no model |
It’s a no flex zone, couple gold chains on |
I look like I just hit the lotto |
Whole minute gone with a foreign bitch tourin' |
Heard ya new shit, ah, bored |
I’m in the studio, cookin' that greatness |
Take time, have a lil bit of patience |
I’m the one, no Neo with the Matrix |
No flex, we the best hood nation |
These niggas wanna claim they run it |
Thou trippin' like ya took a vacation |
Shout to boy AC and my dawg Choo-Choo |
Where the lil homie project baby? |
Dane gank I see ya Pompano caracida |
Lot of deal, deer feel with my Haitians |
Brower |
No flex zone, no flex zone |
They know better, they know better |
No flex zone, no flex zone |
They know better, they know better |
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel |
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous |
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better |
I’m a trendsetter, I’m a go getter |
Young niggas got to get to the money |
Five chains on, they look at me funny |
Showed up with the juice and the troops |
Roll a seven every time I shoot |
She said, why you have so many condoms with you? |
I said, I’m a player, to be honest with you |
Hublot, whoo, so shiny |
Mind you, my crew right behind me |
Went shopping, could’ve bought an island |
Talking money, when I’m with Italians |
Spilling purple, on the red carpet |
And I’m flyer, than a nigga on a hang glider |
4−5-6−7 chains on, just stay in your lane, ho |
Don’t you like these A. Wang’s? |
Don’t you like these gold fangs? |
You a well known flexer, I’m a young trendsetter |
These hoes, they reckless, they slick, they messy |
Three hoes freak dancing, on the loud singing acapella |
Chain clang, like heavy metal |
Sremm killed the haters, God bless them |
No flex zone, no flex zone |
They know better, they know better |
No flex zone, no flex zone |
They know better, they know better |
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel |
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous |
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better |
I’m a trendsetter, I’m a go getter |