Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you ever have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in Twitter DMs?
I have! a statistic and demonstrated against
Wicked minds of the twisted 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 as hell
I got the game locked, in jail
I my uncle wouldn't have died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do molly a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin'? Is you Bitch, I'll call you
I find it hilarious when bad ass try to get your attention
Be lookin' like fish outta water, it be for no, no
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 tell you, women don't know how to
And the ones who's bad, they ain't even gotta
That's real shit, I see it all the time, I shine
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not tryna play
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 know how to (That's right)

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

[Verse 2: 2
Okay, up the street like a ladder, Aladdin
A bust through the hole like or Madden
A matter of fact, that's a after
If the don't fit, then I'm takin' it back now
Fuckin' on bitch who wear eye contacts
And I pulled a bitch off of
And I had the racks 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 it's for her man, ain't 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 pills
I meant to say I to relax and make a mill'
I meant to say I like to relax and make a
I mean, they both the same thing but I ain't 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 camera he steal, I shoulda on the real
What happened six 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 ain't even gotta
That's real shit, I see it all the time, anytime I
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not tryna y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't flirt for shit
This is it (what?) used to me comin' out the dick
quick (what?) like this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to (That's right)

DJ Premier]
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, move on to the one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!