flex (remix) - party boyz lyrics
[t*pain:]
i put my hands on my head while your knees on the floor*
(you know what we doin in here)
don’t be knocking on the doe (door in slang)
ha couchie getting soaked, so you know what’s in ha throat, but when i hit her with this d*ck she gone be begging me for mo
(nah yea! watch me work)
you know who this man… this is the t*mix or the t*p mix which ever one you feel like, anything that rhymes with re (ha ha!) ya feel me! (party boyz)
[party boys:]
nah watch me work, party boyz, flex, flex we in this thang, flex, flex hands on my head, party boyz… we in this thang, nah watch me work
[chorus:]
hit ’em with dat flex, hit em with that flex, hit em hit em hit em with that flex, they gone be beggin’ fo some more, hit em with that flex, hit em that flex, hit ha with that flex, they gone be beggin’ fo some more
[t*pain:]
nah watch me work on em, i got a hurting… if you can’t do it right, somebody get tha twerk team, i’m from the milky way, i’m not an earth link… chocolate on the outside with flavor i am bursting. i started these auto tunes, somebody remburst me, before i start rapping off the top, no rehearsing, or i might take off all your tops, converting b*tch! take off your top… pervert*er to perverty (hee hee) yah in the hood they call me 4 flex shabba ranks n*gga, it’s time for some more s*x, it’s getting all kinds of stuffy in my corvette, it’s me and four b*tches, p*ssy quartet (yah) polo hat, polo shirt, polo sweats, i’m f*cking, you jacking off that’s called a solo flex, you look surprise at that, see all of my hoes still come like combo meals, would you like thighs with that
[chorus:]
hit ’em with dat flex, hit em with that flex, hit em hit em hit em with that flex, they gone be beggin’ fo some more, hit em with that flex, hit em that flex, hit ha with that flex, they gone be beggin’ fo some more
makin noise up out tha heater they call it hit em with that flex and when i’m with your name i gotta ha begging for some s*x, you know we not going to stop till we putting out some text, party boyz we in that thang, daddy stroking next
straight up out that oct so i’m a keep it triple d… bre ah shay k and even be on bet billboards we four to three, grinning till we hit tha top, and even then the hustle don’t stop
we puttin dallas on tha map, flexin through tha south got everybody flexin from the schools to tha trap, hands on my head she got ha hands down my pants, she told me to put on youtube shot out to tha fans
[waka flocka flame:]
(flocka flocka) pull up at tha doe flexin in uh m6, she loookin for a real street n*gga, baby this him they call me waka flocka, you know that i’m off the chain, hoes boppin off the chain jus to come and say my name, she put ha hands on ha head so i hit ha with that flex… put it on her flocka style now she think i invented s*x she love the way i hit ha, this ain’t been invented yet, i went from lebron flocka james to keith flocka sweat
[chorus:]
hit ’em with dat flex, hit em with that flex, hit em hit em hit em with that flex, they gone be beggin’ fo some more, hit em with that flex, hit em that flex, hit ha with that flex, they gone be beggin’ fo some more
(mo mo mo mo)
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