Flexing lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: Lil Wayne]
What I tell ya?
Uh

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm too sexy for your sh*t, uh
I don't take flexin' from no b*tch, oh, no b*tch
And my new b*tch don't give me no lip
And when she do, she give me both lips, she ride it like a road trip
I got you on your mad sh*t, so now you doin' mad sh*t
I'm subtractin' ratchets, I'm outchea doin' math
b*tch, you ratchet on your best day, f*ckin' for a check, face
Outchea leakin' sex tapes, why you tryna flex, babe?

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waitin' on you?
Would I sit up waitin' on you, yeah
Would I sit up waitin' on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin' (Woah), flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin' (Woah), flexin', flexin', oh-oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin' (Yeah), flexin', flexin', oh-woah

[Verse 2: Quavo]
f*cked her one time, then I hit her on the mattress (Yeah)
I'ma get you high, baby, you ain't gotta ask me (Yeah)
Know that you a killer, girl, you a real assassin (Yeah)
Houdini do magic (Houdini), my money stretch like elastic (Yeah)
All of my b*tches be bad (Bad), fifty percent of 'em plastic (Plastic, woo)
No, I'm not goin' out sad (No), came from the fire like a dragon (Fire, woo)
I put them birds on the wagon (Brr), damn, your b*tch, she be ratchet (Damn, woo)
All of my b*tches be bad (Yeah, woo), all of my b*tches the baddest (Oh, yeah)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waitin' on you?
Would I sit up waitin' on you, yeah
Would I sit up waitin' on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin' (Oh), flexin', flexin', yeah (Woah)
Flexin', flexin' (Oh), flexin', flexin', oh-oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin' (Yeah), flexin', flexin', oh-woah

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda, HoodyBaby]
Should have f*cked you and cut you right up like a knife
Like all of my homies say you wasn't right
Like all of these b*tches wanna f*ck with a Crip
All in my kitchen, they lovin' my whip
All of these b*tches wanna f*ck with a real one
All of these b*tches wanna f*ck with a thug
All of these b*tches wanna f*ck with lil' Gudda
I show 'em the di*k and I show 'em no love
I ain't trippin', b*tch, I'm chillin', thirty hoes in the villa
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Ghost Wraith killer
Call me Ghostface Killah, cash rules everythin' around me
I was a real n*gga when you found me, I f*ck 'em then I get 'em from around me, go

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
You know I, I been on the road
You been out doin' the most
Came a long way since I put you in designer
Waitin' in that line with your credit card declinin', oh
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel
Girl, you had a good thing, you f*cked it up, you know
Ain't no text backs so you know it's real, yeah
Like yeah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waitin' on you?
Would I sit up waitin' on you, yeah
Would I sit up waitin' on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin' (Oh), flexin', flexin', yeah (Woah)
Flexin', flexin' (Oh), flexin', flexin', oh-oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin' (Yeah), flexin', flexin', oh-woah
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net