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hoodybaby - flexing lyrics

[intro: lil wayne]
what i tell ya?
uh

[verse 1: lil wayne]
i’m too s-xy 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’ s-x tapes, why you tryna flex, babe?

[chorus: chris brown]
tell me why, would i sit up waiting on you?
would i sit up waiting on you, yeah
would i sit up waiting on you, yeah
tell me why would i be when you
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, yeah (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, oh (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, yeah, flexin’, flexin’, yeah (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, oh, woah (yeah)

[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 k!ller, girl, you a real -ss-ssin (yeah)
houdini do magic, my money stretch like elastic (houdini, yeah)
all of my b-tches be bad, 50% of ’em plastic (bad, plastic)
no, i’m not goin’ out sad, came from the fire like a dragon (no, fire)
i put them birds on the wagon, d-mn, your b-tch be ratchet (brrrr, d-mn)
all of my b-tches be bad, all of my b-tches the baddest (yeah, ooh)

[chorus: chris brown]
tell me why, would i sit up waiting on you?
would i sit up waiting on you, yeah
would i sit up waiting on you, yeah
tell me why would i be when you
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, oh, woah, yeah (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, oh, oh (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, yeah, flexin’, flexin’, yeah, yeah (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, oh, woah (yeah)

[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 d-ck and i show ’em no love
i ain’t trippin’, b-tch, i’m chillin’, 30 hoes in the villa
got a ghost and a wraith, call me ghost wraith k!ller
call me ghostface k!llah, 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 doing the most
came a long way since i put you in designer
raining in that line with your credit card declining, 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 waiting on you?
would i sit up waiting on you, yeah
would i sit up waiting on you, yeah
tell me why would i be when you
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, oh, woah, yeah (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, oh, oh (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, yeah, flexin’, flexin’, yeah, yeah (woah)
flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, flexin’, oh, woah (yeah)

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