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flexx 2008 - 2 pistols lyrics

[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 s*x
long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat
girl, flex, time to have s*x
look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat
i rather—flex, time to have s*x
long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat
girl, flex, time to have s*x
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 mysp*ce 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 s*x (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

[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 s*x
long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat
girl, flex time to have s*x
look how long yuh have di rude bwoy a sweat
i rather—flex, time to have s*x
long time yuh have di rude bwoy yah a sweat
girl, flex time to have s*x
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 close off uh 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 that)
spread your feet (that mean stand up)
lord (you’re ready? yah with it?)

- 2 pistols lyrics

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