Letras:
Flex

y'all be safe too man no babies you feel me {chorus} Girl flex time to have sexa look how you make a rude boy a sweat i say flex look how long you make

[Funkmaster Flex] Hold up, shut this shit down It's goin down baby, Funk Flex We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee cause

been livin' love She don't practice her own religion But baby loves her Santa Clause and he's like Give it here, give it to me baby I can tell you wanna Flex

Son tantas noches en que yo me la paso Pensando en donde estas y si regresaras Pero sabes que yo aqui estoy para ti Donde quiera que estes esta cancion

your mad dogs, you got your pissed dogs) C'mon c'mon, just do it (and then you got your big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Funkmaster Flex) [Steele] Brooklyn

spread your feet Lord (Hear mi tell di girl) Girl flex, time to have sex Long time yuh have di rude bwoy Yah a sweat girl, flex time to have sex Look

[Shyne] Geah, uhh.. (fuckers!) Geah, uhh.. I'm the Bad Boy not to fuck wit, you get bucked quick, stuck wit three hollow tips up in your stomach Honestly

Yo, yeah, uhhhh Yo whattup? Yo, it's the lyrical lexicon The matador of metaphor Mista Keith Murray Chillin with my nigga Funk Flex Word up Got the Squadron

get my grove on and party, party repeat 1 repeat 2 [funkmaster flex] ya exactly, yah shout to puff daddy bad boy, faith evans ya know all that funkmaster flex