Luyện nghe bài hát Flexing

[Verse 1: Lil
I'm too sexy for shit
I don't take flexin' no bitch, oh no bitch
And my new don't give me no lip
And when she do, she give me bowl flips, she ride it like a road
I got you on mad shit so now you doin' mad shit
I'm subtractin' ratchets, I'm doin' math
Bitch, you ratchet on your best day, fuckin' for a face
Outchea leakin' sex tapes, why you flex, babe?

[Chorus: Chris
Tell me why, I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you,
I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Verse 2:
Fucked her one time I hit her on the mattress (yeah)
I'ma get you high, baby, you gotta ask me
Know that you a killer, girl, you a real (yeah)
Hoodini do magic, my stretch like elastic (Hoodini, yeah)
All of my be bad, 50% up on plastic (bad, plastic)
No I'm not goin' out sad, from the fire like a dragon (no, fire)
I put them on the wagon, damn, your bitch be ratchet (brrrr, damn)
All of my bitches be bad, all of my the baddest, yeah (damn)

Chris Brown]
Tell me why, I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you,
Tell me why would I be you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh,
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Verse 3: Gudda & HoodyBaby]
Should have you and cut you right up like a knife
Like all of my homies say you right
Like all of these bitches wanna fuck with a
All in my kitchen, they lovin' my
All of these bitches wanna fuck a real one
All of these bitches wanna fuck a thug
All of these bitches wanna fuck with lil'
I show 'em the and I show 'em no love
I trippin', bitch, I'm chillin', 30 hoes in the villa
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Wraith killer
me Ghostface Killah, cash rules everythin' around me
I was a real when you found me, I fuck 'em then I get 'em from around me, go

[Verse 4: Chris
You know I, I on the road
You out doing the most
Came a long way I put you in designer
Raining in that line with your card declining, oh
I don't how I'm supposed to feel
Girl, you had a thing, you fucked it up you know
Ain't no text backs so you know real, yeah
Like

[Chorus: Chris
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on
Would I sit up on you, yeah
I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh,
Flexin', flexin', oh, flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh