Flirt lyrics

by

Yelawolf


[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You ever have a bad b*tch try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have—been a statistic and demonstrated against
Wicked minds of the twisted b*tches challengin' scrubs
I had a b*tch expose me on MediaTakeOut
And after her 15 minutes of fame was up
She hit my phone back apologizin', askin', "Can we still f*ck?"
b*tch, please, miss me—I'm paid as hell
I got the game locked—arcades in jail
I wish my uncle wouldn't have died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a n*gga who do molly with a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in this restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin'? Guess you not—b*tch, I'll call you
I find it hi-larious when bad-ass b*tches try to get your attention
Be lookin' like fish out of water, it be for no (no) reason
A chick'll drop a pencil and go, "Oh, (oh) Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this sh*t to show (show) cleavage
Haha, why can't y'all just ask a n*gga for his number like we do y'all?
I'll tell you, women don't know how to flirt
And the ones that's bad, they don't even gotta work
That's real sh*t

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" + sample]
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledgin', but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad b*tches can't flirt good for sh*t
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the di*k
Real quick (what?) like this is it, (what?)
This is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to flirt ("That's right")
[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
You know how I come in
Talk to 'em, Chainz!

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Okay, came up the street like a ladder—Aladdin
I bust through the hole like McFadden on Madden
A matter of fact, that's a after effect
If the crime don't fit, then I'm takin' it back
Now, f*ckin' on this b*tch who wear eye contacts
And I pulled a b*tch off of eye contact
And I had the racks since she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the nice racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match with the hat?
Or should I get the shoes that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it's for her man, ain't gotta be, they comin'
Had a lil' Uzi on me—DJ Drama
Never trust a b*tch, and, yeah—I never will
Okay, sometimes—if she got sex appeal
I meant to say—I like to have sex and take some pills
I meant to say—I like to relax and make a mill'
I meant to say—I like to relax and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing, but I ain't talkin' grill
I ain't talkin' dinner, I ain't talkin' supper, this the bloodsucker
Met the b*tch at FuddRucker off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the steel
f*cked in the Camry still, I shoulda passed on the real
Would have assist with her ass, I got more dimes than a pass
And if I knew your dude was crazy, I wouldn't have let me smash
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" + sample]
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledgin', but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad b*tches can't flirt good for sh*t
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the di*k
Real quick (what?) like this is it, (what?)
This is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to flirt ("That's right")

[Outro: DJ Premier]
Yo, Chainz, Royce
Remember PRhyme 1?
Remember when I said, "Word? That's how you feel up on this track?
Let a b*tch come and try to sh*t on that!"
Yeah, and on that note; move on to the next one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!
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