Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song IMMA FLIRT, artist - 1takejay.
Date of issue: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
IMMA FLIRT |
I’ma flirt in the party with my hand up her skirt |
Hood rich, dirty money, 'cause I got it out the dirt (Ah) |
I’m off the Henny, and my bitch off a perc' |
We finna get fucked up, if you scared, go to church (Ah) |
I’m a flirt, I’m a flirt |
Flirt, I’ma flirt (Ah) |
I’m a flirt, I’m a flirt |
Flirt, I’m a flirt (Ah) |
Still rocking skinny jeans like a jerk (Ah) |
No job, but I’m finna put in work (Ah) |
A foreign bitch went to sleep in my shirt |
'Cause I’m in India, like my name Lil Durk |
The D’usse make her twerk, twerk, twerk |
While the molly, molly water, got her comin' out her shirt |
She a rapper, she tryna suck this dick for a verse |
Stop playin', 'cause I rather the paper out her purse (Ooh) |
Let me hit the bottle though, Henny thing is possible (Henny thing is possible) |
They said he gonna rob me? |
Niggas really comical (Haha) |
I’ma take his wifey on a date, McDonalds though |
But I just want the bread without the beef, on my momma, ho |
You could be my boo (Boo), or you could be my bae (Bae) |
You could be my boo (Boo), or you could be my bae (Bae) |
You could be my side bitch, or you could be my main (Ah) |
You just gotta know that you not the only thing |
I’ma flirt in the party with my hand up her skirt |
Hood rich, dirty money, 'cause I got it out the dirt (Ah) |
I’m off the Henny, and my bitch off a perc' |
We finna get fucked up, if you scared, go to church (Ah) |
I’m a flirt, I’m a flirt |
Flirt, I’ma flirt (Ah) |
I’m a flirt, I’m a flirt |
Flirt, I’m a flirt (Ah) |
Flirt dawg, I might text your bestie (I might) |
I might text your big sister if she let me (Only if she let me) |
She in my shit, tryna see who just text me (Ooh) |
My ex-bitch left 'cause she said I’m too friendly (Ooh) |
Fuck you anyway (Ooh), bitch, you too messy (Bitch, you too messy) |
I can get another bitch, I’m too sexy |
I did it before, you think God ain’t gon' bless me? |
(Uh-huh) |
Every little biddy, Little Caesar, hot and ready |
I want the momma and the cousin, but I think she got a husband (I hink she got |
a husband) |
When she walk, it look like her ass fussin' (Ooh-ooh) |
She can barely get up in them jeans, they was bussin' (Ooh) |
But she can’t twerk, she got all that ass, for nothin' |
You could be my boo (Boo), or you could be my bae (Bae) |
You could be my boo (Boo), or you could be my bae (Bae) |
You could be my side bitch, or you could be my main (Ah) |
You just gotta know that you not the only thing |
I’ma flirt in the party with my hand up her skirt |
Hood rich, dirty money, 'cause I got it out the dirt (Ah) |
I’m off the Henny, and my bitch off a perc' |
We finna get fucked up, if you scared, go to church (Ah) |
I’m a flirt, I’m a flirt |
Flirt, I’ma flirt (Ah) |
I’m a flirt, I’m a flirt |
Flirt, I’m a flirt (Ah) |
I’m a flirt, I’m a flirt |
Flirt, I’ma flirt (Ah) |
I’m a flirt, I’m a flirt |
Flirt, I’m a flirt (Ah) |