Lyrics IMMA FLIRT - 1takejay

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)