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 demonstrated
Wicked minds of the twisted bitches challenge the
I had a bitch expose me on media
And after her 15 of fame was up
She hit my back apologizin', askin', "Can we still fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me, I'm paid as
I got the locked, arcades in jail
I wish my wouldn't 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 restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin'? Is you not? Bitch, call you
I find it when bad ass bitches try to get your attention
Be lookin' like fish water, it be for no, no reason
A chick'll a pencil and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend to get this shit to show, show cleavage
Haha, why can't just ask a nigga for his number like we do y'all

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll you, women don't know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they ain't gotta work
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 flirt good for
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the
Real quick (what?) like 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 through the hole like McFadden or Madden
A matter of fact, a after effect
If the crime don't fit, I'm takin' it back now
Fuckin' on bitch who wear eye contacts
And I a bitch off of iContacts
And I had the racks since she had a rack
Met her at Bergdorf, by the nice racks
She said, "Should I get a to match with the hat?
Or should I get the that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, it's for her man, ain't gotta be, they comin'
Had a lil' Uzi on me, DJ
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 some
I meant to say I like to relax and make a
I meant to say I like to relax and 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 at FuddRucker off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his on the steel
Fucked, then the he steal, I shoulda passed on the real
What happened six ass, I got more dimes than a pass
And if I you'd do what's crazy, I wouldn't-a let me smash

Royce Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women don't how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they ain't gotta work
That's real shit, I see it all the time, I shine
I'm just but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't flirt good for
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the
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 PRhyme 1? Remember when I
"Word? That's how you up on this track?
Let a bitch and try to shit on that!"
Yeah, and on that note, move on to the one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!