Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have! Been a and demonstrated against
minds of the twisted bitches challenge the scrubs
I had a expose me on media takeout
And her 15 minutes of fame was up
She hit my phone back apologizin', askin', "Can we fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me, I'm paid as
I got the locked, arcades in jail
I wish my uncle wouldn't died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do with a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in this restaurant, the upper echelon
Is you Is you not? Bitch, I'll call you
I find it hilarious when bad ass bitches try to get your
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 shit to show, show cleavage
Haha, why can't y'all just ask a nigga for his number we do y'all

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, don't know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they ain't even work
That's real shit, I see it all the time, I shine
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, flirt 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 know how to flirt (That's right)

2 Chainz]
You know how I in
to 'em Chainz!

[Verse 2: 2
Okay, came up the street a ladder, Aladdin
A through the hole like McFadden or Madden
A matter of fact, 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 racks she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the nice
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match with the
Or should I get the shoes match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it's for her man, ain't be, they comin'
Had a Uzi on me, DJ Drama
Never trust a bitch, and yeah, I never
Okay, sometimes, if she got sex
I meant to say I like to have sex and take some
I meant to say I like to and make a mill'
I to say I like to relax and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing but I ain't grill
I ain't dinner, I ain't talkin' supper, this the bloodsucker
Met the bitch at FuddRucker off
She had a man on the real, he had his on the steel
Fucked, then the camera he steal, I passed on the real
What happened six without ass, I got more dimes than a
And if I knew you'd do crazy, I wouldn't-a let me smash

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll you, women don't know how to flirt
And the ones bad, they ain't even gotta work
real shit, I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm acknowledging 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 know how to flirt (That's right)

[Outro: DJ
Yo Chainz, Royce!
Remember PRhyme 1? when I said:
"Word? how you feel up on this track?
Let a bitch come and try to on that!"
Yeah, and on that note, move on to the one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!