Luyện nghe bài hát Flexing

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

[Chorus: Brown]
me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you,
Would I sit up on you, yeah
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

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

[Chorus: Brown]
me why, would 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', oh,
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin',
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Verse 3: Gudda & HoodyBaby]
Should have fucked you and cut you 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 with a real one
All of bitches wanna fuck with a thug
All of these wanna fuck with lil' Gudda
I show 'em the dick and I 'em no love
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm chillin', 30 hoes in the
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Ghost killer
Call me Ghostface Killah, cash rules around me
I was a real nigga when you found me, I fuck 'em then I get 'em around me, go

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

[Chorus: Chris
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on
I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up on you, yeah
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