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prhyme - flirt lyrics

[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 h-ll
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–ss 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 ain’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 d-ck
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 s-x appeal
i meant to say—i like to have s-x 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 p-ssed on the real
would have -ssist with her -ss, i got more dimes than a p-ss
and if i knew your dude was crazy, i wouldn’t have let me smash

[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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