HoodyBaby feat. Gudda Gudda, Quavo, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown – Flexing Lyrics

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(Verse 1 – Lil Wayne)
I’m too sexy for your s**t
I don’t take flexing from no bi**h, oh no bi**h
And my new bi**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 s**t so now you doing mad s**t
I’m subtracting ratchets, I’m outchea doing math
Bi**h, you ratchet on your best day, f**king for a check face
Outchea leaking sex 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
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh
Flexing, flexing, yeah, flexing, flexing, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh

(Verse 2 – Quavo)
F**ked 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 killer, girl, you a real assassin, 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 going out sad, came from the fire like a dragon, no, fire
I put them birds on the wagon, damn, your bi**h be ratchet, brrrr, damn!
All of my bi**hes be bad, all of my bi**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
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh
Flexing, flexing, yeah, flexing, flexing, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh

(Verse 3 – Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby)
Should have f**ked you and cut you right up like a knife
Like all of my homies say you wasn’t right
Like all of these bi**hes wanna f**k with a Crip
All in my kitchen, they loving my whip
All of these bi**hes wanna f**k with a real one
All of these bi**hes wanna f**k with a thug
All of these bi**hes wanna f**k with lil Gudda
I show em the d**k and I show em no love
I ain’t tripping, bi**h, I’m chilling, 30 hoes in the villa
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Ghost Wraith killer
Call me Ghostface Killah, cash rules everything around me
I was a real ni**a when you found me, I f**k 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**ked 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
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh, yeah
Flexing, flexing, oh, flexing, flexing, oh
Flexing, flexing, yeah, flexing, flexing, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh

By HoodyBaby feat. Gudda Gudda, Quavo, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown – Flexing Lyrics. Lates lyric LIL BABY JAY feat. Young Thug – Rider Lyrics.