And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex And I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul But when you're playin' cards for
wine for me (Whoa!) Girl I wanna see you wine for me (Whoa!) In the club would you wine for me (Remix!) All I wanna do is see you wine for me (Whoa!)
like my attorney 100 blunts rolled you could smell the fire burning im in the fast lane you could smell my tires burning exercise flex on guys model chick sex
pecks, I'd be Woody Wood They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes I sex and don't collects Rockin a Rolex, prefer Wrist Ex instead of Solar Flex
regard for planet earth Who's to blame? Who's the one who sparked the flame? The victim who became part of the game? We deal in murder for money, sex
parallel? It takes me half an hour to write a verse He makes me imagine it from bad to worse My weakness for the other sex Every time his shoulders flex
parallel? It takes me, half an hour to write a verse He makes me imagine it from bad to worse My weakness for the other sex Every time his shoulders flex
ain't flexing Then you can keep it running Like a muffler When we not in summer They like A list actors They not no stunners Too much practice now for
'em wear they prophyllastic 'Cause it's drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard Think I'm buyin' for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts You better settle for
bottle, gave all of them X Head pussy popper, so all of them expect The best sex and that's what all of them get Ay shawty, bust it open for me Let
the big beat if they mouth leak wit big heats get put to sleep Mr. Phats slash Jaco I'm out for pecos go for gusto Mobb villans we flippin Lexos
spit vintage again and again and again I'm special, especially when these lames is next to me Every check I see, bring the flex outta me Girl, I'll pay for your love and the sex
But I got inches for all you lil' wenches The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X An' I'ma talk like sex Rated XXX Can't ya diggit, Honey
Enough to make the individual go postal Watching these old folks get fucked for they vocals [Chorus] If you are not performing fellatio for radio rotation What's the ratio for
But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, well this is dedicated to the opposite sex, it's for All the lonely ladies with no man
the type that'll just give it up From abyss to gecko, stay bum rushing them hoes like Joe Klecko It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex
old basic, let's face it This is how she wants to be laced, I'm raping it Anywhere, I'm taking it, she loving how the gangsta flex This is thug sex, ikeing
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud Nobody know your record nor who you openin' for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the door So you should prepare, for
