Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
8-Ball
8-Ball
Stimme und Gesang
MJG
MJG
Stimme und Gesang
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Bassgitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Sheats
David Sheats
Songwriter:in
Marlon Goodwin
Marlon Goodwin
Songwriter:in
Premro Smith
Premro Smith
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
John "Bernasky" Wall
John "Bernasky" Wall
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Josh Butler
Josh Butler
Mischtechniker:in
Mr. DJ
Mr. DJ
Mischtechniker:in
T-Mix
T-Mix
Produzent:in
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your 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 nothing less baby
[Verse 2]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your 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 nothing less baby
[Verse 3]
8-ball, let me grip the mic and rip the track
Freaky hoes, let me see you shaking what you got
Trick **** buy them hoes a drank to keep 'em cool
And I'm gon' be with them **** drink yak, acting a fool
Full of hay, fuck security 'cause we don't give a fuck
At the bar drinking shots, looking at them hoes strut
Up and down, side to side, for a **** like a foe
Young hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
Don't trip baby
After the club, you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a **** get a sample of them lips baby
And we gone keep it on the hush
You can hit me on the hip but don't be blowing a **** up
9-11 all the time, damn, tell me what you need
Hold on let me click over MJ what you see?
[Verse 4]
I see a stout thing
We're 'bout to leave a hump off in yo couch man
One look at this bitch, it make yo mouth hang open
Freak, what you looking at?
A true pimp, I seen it in her camp
Full time, party lifer, dancer floora
Dope man's bitch, average club goer
Shake it baby, till your G-string break loose
I'm watching now, gon' 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 ain't scared brother
Big thick, juicy body-molaty
Got more 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
So now get along girl, get 'bout your straighten
[Verse 5]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your 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 nothing less baby
[Verse 6]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your 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 nothing less baby
[Verse 7]
We make it hot
We came to make it hotter 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
Organize noise, them country A-T-L 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 gon' see my hollow tips in 3D
But we didn't come to see no jealous ass ****
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
Bitches waking up talking 'bout they wanna go and eat
Hit the door baby, you ain't go to go home but yo ass got to go baby
And that's for sure baby
[Verse 8]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your 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 nothing less baby
[Verse 9]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your 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 nothing less baby
[Verse 10]
I saw your naked ass
Peeking out the curtain of your mini skirt
Shadow of your pussy close behind
Telling me MJG, run with me through fields of flowers
We can fuck for hours
Come and see you anytime, you say no
How you gon' say that when your dress say yes?
A saddle on your chest, I expect nothing less
Than nuts on your neck, dick on your chin
Just like we done the last time, let's 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 ****
We deliver all up and down the Mississippi river
Fuck a check bitch, no I.D., no income and dividends
Ain't got shit but space now, fill it in
[Verse 11]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your 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 nothing less baby
[Verse 12]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your 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 nothing less baby
[Verse 13]
Don't flex baby
I wanna see you touch your toes in that dress baby
Bounce it up and down
Written by: Marlon Jermaine Goodwin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith
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