Juicy J - No Flex Zone Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD
No Flex Zone
No flex zone, no flex zone, no flex zone
They know bout them, they know bout them
No flex zone, no flex zone, no flex zone
They know bout them, they know bout them
Wanna go all dizzy, I treat it so special, now you all jealous
Afraid to call that seven
They treas on belly, Imma tear on it
Imma go get em,
Rolex on, gamble gone, I fly in a restaurant we gonna stare on that stag
I ball at bitch to come catch me
Thirsty ass bitch dont swim me
I just wanna fuck your face
Fuck your name Imma call you Becky
My watch, my rings, you know what I drink
Thats right out it on ice
Got freeze above of my chain
Pop star, chick on my haley, on m rings
She dont wanna be with no bitches
We aint try to be on the tms
She just try to double his dick
Call her phone, she didnt pick up
I shut her I her face
I once get do a couple fans and my bitch up, bitch up
Into a brand like a pinching, pinching
Tripping stuck bitch, on smoke no bitches
And Im on that ass like bump a sticker with a pussy killer
She scream so loud you will think I killt her
Soon as I gone Imm have to dismiss her
Thirty minutes later will come her sister
Pimp her nigga, Im rich they know
I smoke they blow
Juicy J Imma about to go out loud to a bus just for all whores
No flex zone, no flex zone, no flex zone
They know bout them, they know bout them
No flex zone, no flex zone, no flex zone
They know bout them, they know bout them
Wanna go all dizzy, I treat it so special, now you all jealous
Afraid to call that seven
They treas on belly, Imma tear on it
Imma go get em,
