Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you ever have a bad bitch try to it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have! a statistic and demonstrated against
Wicked minds of the twisted bitches challenge the
I had a bitch me on media takeout
And after her 15 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 have died, he loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do molly with a and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in this restaurant, like the echelon
Is you comin'? Is you not? Bitch, call you
I find it hilarious when bad ass try to get your attention
Be like fish outta water, it be for no, no reason
A drop a pencil and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this to show, show cleavage
Haha, why can't y'all just ask a for his number like we do y'all

Royce Da 5'9"]
I'll you, women don't know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, ain't even gotta work
That's real shit, I see it all the time, 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 used to me out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it,
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't how to flirt (That's right)

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

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

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women don't know how to
And the ones who's bad, they ain't even gotta
real shit, I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not tryna y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, flirt good for shit
This is it (what?) They to me comin' out the dick
Real (what?) like this 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? Remember when I
"Word? how you feel up on this track?
Let a bitch and try to shit on that!"
Yeah, and on that note, move on to the one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!