Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you ever have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in your DMs?
I have! Been a statistic and against
Wicked minds of the twisted bitches the scrubs
I had a bitch expose me on media
And after her 15 minutes of was up
She hit my phone back apologizin', askin', "Can we fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me, I'm as hell
I got the game locked, arcades in
I wish my uncle wouldn't have died, he loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do molly a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to up in this restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin'? Is you not? Bitch, I'll you
I it hilarious when bad ass bitches try to get your attention
Be lookin' like fish water, it be for no, no reason
A drop a pencil and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this shit to show, show
Haha, why can't y'all just ask a for his number like 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 gotta work
real shit, I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not tryna play
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't good for shit
is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the dick
Real (what?) like this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to (That's right)

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

[Verse 2: 2
Okay, came up the like a ladder, Aladdin
A bust through the hole like McFadden or
A matter of fact, a after effect
If the don't fit, then I'm takin' it back now
Fuckin' on this bitch who eye contacts
And I pulled a bitch off of
And I had the since she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the nice
She said, "Should I get a shirt to with 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 Uzi on me, DJ Drama
trust 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 like to and make a mill'
I meant to say I like to and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing but I ain't talkin'
I ain't talkin' dinner, I ain't talkin' supper, the bloodsucker
Met the bitch at FuddRucker off
She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the
Fucked, then the camera he steal, I passed on the real
happened six without ass, I got more dimes than a pass
And if I knew you'd do crazy, I wouldn't-a let me smash

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

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