Don't Flex Lyrics - Eightball & Mjg

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 'cause 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