Flexx 2008

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2 Pistols - Rap, Dirty South

Flexx 2008

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[Intro] Ladies out there This one dedicated to you And you, and you, and you From the homie, 2 Pistols (Oh yeah), ayy [Chorus] Flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat Girl, flex, time to have sex Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat I rather—Flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat Girl, flex, time to have sex Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat I rather— [Verse 1] Lil' mama, what it is? You see they call me the young boss I ain't with the MySpace messagin' and phone talk I'm tryna get you to my house We both grown now, we alone now Let's talk S-E-X, bet I'm better than your ex, no stress That's what I mean when I tell you Girl, flex, time to have sex (Oh yeah) I know she wet and I ain't even touch her yet Undress, come up out that Gucci dress Bra and panties now I know all Vicky's secrets (Young boss) Pulled her body close and caressed her Then I grabbed that protection off the dresser [Chorus] Flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat Girl, flex, time to have sex Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat I rather—Flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat Girl, flex, time to have sex Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat I rather— [Verse 2] Girl, get on top of me, work me, work me, ride me Your body, my body, get the whip cream Yeah, say it with me, "Ecstasy," that's where we goin' What I can't do with the—I'ma do with my tounge, shawty cum Now she sprung, blowin' up my phone Yeah, she know she got it 'cause I gave it to her, oh, so proper Legs shakin' can't take it when I climb on top her Bet I hit that right spot, girl, make her toes curl Yeah, diamonds and pearls was her best friend That was before I slid in, whispered in her ear (Oh yeah) [Chorus] Flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat Girl, flex time to have sex Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat I rather—Flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat Girl, flex time to have sex Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat I rather— [Interlude] I'm like a clock tickin' on the wall Seven days a week, I need yuh body next to mine (Why yuh clothes over yourself?) Can't eat nor sleep (I say one time 'fore I David Pier on 'em) Like a bulb to a screw, ooh, I do you So neat (Now try them tings deh) Spread your feet (That mean stand up) Lord (You're ready? Yuh with it?) [Chorus] Flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat Girl, flex, time to have sex Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat I rather—Flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat Girl, flex, time to have sex Look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat I rather— [Outro] Ayy, girl Feel on my dick, girl So you feel boner really It's your master, girl Yeah, yo, check this Flex, time to have sex

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Credits

Writers
  • Brian Gold
  • Clifton Dillon
  • Mad Cobra
  • Sly Dunbar
  • Handel Tucker
  • Leroy Romans