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Eightball & MJG Miscellaneous 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 |
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