Chris Brown - Flexing lyrics

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Chris Brown - Flexing lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I'm too s**y for your sh** I don't take flexin' from no b**h, oh no b**h And my new b**h don't give me no lip And when she do, she give me bowl flips, she ride it like a road trip I got you on your mad sh** so now you doin' mad sh** I'm subtractin' ratchets, I'm outchea doin' math b**h, you ratchet on your best day, f**in' for a check face Outchea leakin' s** 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 Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh [Verse 2: Quavo] f**ed her one time then I hit her on the mattress (yeah) I'ma get you high, baby, you ain't gotta ask me Know that you a k**er, girl, you a real a**a**in (yeah) Hoodini do magic, my money stretch like elastic (Hoodini, yeah) All of my b**hes be bad, 50% up on 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, damn, your b**h be ratchet (brrrr, damn) All of my b**hes be bad, all of my b**hes the baddest, yeah (damn) [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, yeah Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby] Should have f**ed you and cut you right up like a knife Like all of my homies say you wasn't right Like all of these b**hes wanna f** with a Crip All in my kitchen, they lovin' my whip All of these b**hes wanna f** with a real one All of these b**hes wanna f** with a thug All of these b**hes wanna f** with lil' Gudda I show 'em the dick and I show 'em no love I ain't trippin', b**h, I'm chillin', 30 hoes in the villa Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Ghost Wraith k**er Call me Ghostface k**ah, cash rules everythin' around me I was a real n***a when you found me, I f** '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**ed 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, yeah Flexin', flexin', oh, flexin', flexin', oh Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh