Luyện nghe bài hát Flexing

[Verse 1: Lil
I'm too sexy for your
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 outchea math
Bitch, you on your best day, fuckin' for a check face
Outchea leakin' sex tapes, why you tryna flex,

[Chorus: Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on
Would I sit up on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you,
me why would 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 then I hit her on the mattress (yeah)
get you high, baby, you ain't gotta ask me
Know that you a killer, girl, you a assassin (yeah)
do magic, my money stretch like elastic (Hoodini, yeah)
All of my bitches be bad, 50% up on (bad, plastic)
No I'm not out sad, came 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 bitches the baddest, (damn)

[Chorus: Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up on you?
I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up on you, yeah
me why would I be when 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
all of my homies say you wasn't right
Like all of these bitches wanna fuck with a
All in my kitchen, lovin' my whip
All of these bitches wanna fuck a real one
All of these bitches wanna fuck with a
All of these bitches wanna fuck with Gudda
I 'em the dick and I show 'em no love
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm chillin', 30 hoes in the
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Wraith killer
Call me Killah, cash rules everythin' around me
I was a real nigga you found me, I fuck 'em then I get 'em from around me, go

4: Chris Brown]
You know I, I on the road
You been out doing the
Came a way since I put you in designer
Raining in that line your credit card declining, oh
I don't know how I'm supposed to
Girl, you had a thing, you fucked it up you know
Ain't no backs so you know it's real, yeah
yeah

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