Royce Da 5'9" - Flirt lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, you ever have a bad b**h try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs? I have! Been a statistic and demonstrated against Wicked minds of the twisted b**hes challenge the scrubs I had a b**h expose me on media takeout And after her 15 minutes of fame was up She hit my phone back apologizin', askin', "Can we still f**?" b**h, 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***a 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'? Is you not? b**h, I'll call you I find it hilarious when bad a** b**hes try to get your attention Be lookin' like fish outta 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** to show, show cleavage Haha, why can't y'all just ask a n***a for his number like we do y'all [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I'll tell you, women don't know how to flirt And the ones who's bad, they ain't even gotta work That's real sh**, I see it all the time, anytime I shine I'm just acknowledging but I'm not tryna play y'all This is it (what?) Bad b**hes, can't flirt good for sh** This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the dick 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 A bust through the hole like McFadden or Madden A matter of fact, that's a after effect If the crime don't fit, then I'm takin' it back now f**in' on this b**h who wear eye contacts And I pulled a b**h off of iContacts 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**h, and yeah, I never will Okay, sometimes, if she got s** appeal I meant to say I like to have s** 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 bloods**er Met the b**h at FuddRucker off Amityville She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the steel f**ed, then the camera he steal, I shoulda pa**ed on the real What happened six without a**, I got more dimes than a pa** And if I knew you'd do what's crazy, I wouldn't-a let me smash [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] I'll tell you, women don't know how to flirt And the ones who's bad, they ain't even gotta work That's real sh**, I see it all the time, anytime I shine I'm just acknowledging but I'm not tryna play y'all This is it (what?) Bad b**hes, can't flirt good for sh** This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the dick 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**h come and try to sh** on that!" Yeah, and on that note, move on to the next one! Hahahahahahahahaha!