Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Flex , by - Eightball & MJGRelease date: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Flex |
| 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 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 |
| (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 ain’t got to go home but yo ass got to go baby |
| And that for sho baby |
| (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 |
| Ain’t got nothing but space now fill it in |