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 fuck security cuz we dont 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

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 fuck 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 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 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 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

Aint got nothing but space now fill it in

Chorus 3X