HoodyBaby, Gudda Gudda, Quavo, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown - Flexing lyrics
Quavo [Quavious Keyate Marshall] Athens, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[HoodyBaby, Gudda Gudda, Quavo, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown - Flexing lyrics]
I'm too sexy for your shit, uh
I don't take flexin' from no bitch, oh
No bitch
And my new bitch 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 shit
So now you doin' mad shit
I'm subtractin' ratchets, I'm out
Here doin' math, bitch
You ratchet on your best day
Fuckin' for a check face
Out here leakin' sex tapes
Why you tryna flex, babe?
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)
Fucked 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
My money stretch like elastic
(Houdini, yeah)
All of my bitches be bad, 50% of 'em plastic
(Bad, plastic) no, I'm not goin' out sad
Came from the fire like a dragon (Bo, fire)
I put them birds on the wagon, damn
Your bitch be ratchet (Brr, damn)
All of my bitches be bad
All of my bitches the baddest (yeah, ooh)
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)
Should have fucked you and cut you
Right up like a knife
Like all of my homies say you wasn't right
Like all of these bitches wanna
Fuck with a Crip
All in my kitchen, they lovin' my whip
All of these bitches wanna fuck
With a real one
All of these bitches wanna fuck with a thug
All of these bitches wanna
Fuck with lil' Gudda
I show 'em the dick and I show 'em no love
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm chillin'
30 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 nigga when you found me, I
Fuck 'em then I get 'em from around me, go
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 fucked it up
You know
Ain't no text backs so you know it's real
Yeah like yeah
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)