Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you ever have a bad try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have! a statistic and demonstrated against
minds of the twisted bitches challenge the scrubs
I had a bitch expose me on takeout
And after her 15 minutes of was up
She hit my phone back apologizin', askin', "Can we fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me, I'm paid as
I got the game locked, in jail
I wish my uncle have died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a who do molly with a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in this restaurant, like the echelon
Is you comin'? Is you not? Bitch, I'll you
I find it when bad ass bitches try to get your attention
Be lookin' like fish outta water, it be for no, no
A drop a pencil and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this shit to show, show
Haha, why y'all just ask a nigga for his number like we do y'all

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women know how to flirt
And the who's bad, they ain't even gotta work
That's shit, I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't flirt for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me out the dick
Real quick (what?) this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women know how to flirt (That's right)

[Interlude: 2
You how I come in
to 'em Chainz!

[Verse 2: 2
Okay, came up the street a ladder, Aladdin
A bust through the hole like or Madden
A of fact, that's a after effect
If the crime don't fit, then I'm takin' it now
Fuckin' on this bitch who wear eye
And I pulled a bitch off of
And I had the since she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match the hat?
Or should I get the that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said for her man, ain't gotta be, they comin'
Had a lil' Uzi on me, DJ
Never a bitch, and yeah, I never will
Okay, sometimes, if she got sex
I meant to say I like to have sex and take pills
I meant to say I to relax and make a mill'
I meant to say I like to relax and a meal
I mean, they both the same but I ain't talkin' grill
I ain't talkin' dinner, I ain't talkin' supper, this the
Met the at FuddRucker off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the
Fucked, the camera he steal, I shoulda passed on the real
What happened six without ass, I got more dimes than a
And if I knew you'd do what's crazy, I wouldn't-a let me

Royce Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they ain't even gotta
That's real shit, I see it all the time, anytime I
I'm just but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't good for shit
This is it (what?) They to me comin' out the dick
Real quick (what?) like is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't how to flirt (That's right)

[Outro: DJ
Yo Chainz, Royce!
Remember 1? Remember when I said:
"Word? That's how you up on this track?
Let a come and try to shit on that!"
Yeah, and on that note, on to the next one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!