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    "Flirt" Lyrics

    WC feat. Case

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    (feat. Case)

    [Verse: WC]
    We been through SL Coupe
    Wrist froze like Igloo
    Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled
    Come twisting, Nina whistling that you with your home girls
    Big bankers, Big drinker, I see you sneaking
    A peak so I know you live these gangsters
    Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you
    Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla
    Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting
    My name is Dub what's crackalatin
    Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala
    Trying to get you with this anaconda
    Be your friendly neighbor-hood neighbor with paper
    Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby
    Bust rubbers go deep under covers
    A freaky mother fucka' we should get to know each other

    [Chorus: Case]
    Come take a ride with me baby
    Me and my homey bout to blow - Flirt
    I saw you at the light looking bright
    Banging from your head to your toes - Flirt
    Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds
    But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little
    And if it's good, drink a lil' mo - Flirt

    [Verse: WC]
    Ain't no denying I'm straight buying
    You in that tight skirt
    Cause baby you got my flirt
    Shutting all rookies down
    Stub down Dub Cezzy
    A.k.a. Pussy Hound
    Who was snitching, punany technician
    Trying to make your head off from multiple positions
    Off a yatch and moet
    I fiend for sex, menage a trois and getting freaky of that ass
    Cause I insert it
    Squirt it wit you on top jerking it
    Playing Mystikal like "show me what you working wit"
    Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it
    Show you how a thug hit it
    Exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides
    Trying to do the damn thing wit you
    And your girl at the same time
    No commitments to make the butt riches,
    a machine loving m vocabulary, flirt


    [Verse: WC]
    I got a problem, and it's serious as cancer
    No matter what you call it baby I'm a fuckaholic
    Trying to get you on the lizo to blow
    And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the Red Sea
    Make you smack hit it from the back
    While I'm creeping in the hood blowing on dubs sac
    As long as your kit-kat gets wet and percolate
    No matter the color or size, I can't hate
    I like the skinny ones, thick ones the whole entre
    I even think I'm country for fat monkeys like Beyonce
    Wet lips and as ghetto as Vivica
    Nasty long tongue known for licking ya
    I might trick a little just to keep the litter
    But tripping as G gon' cause we goin sip
    I'm mashing to smashing
    There's too many asses
    I can't role past them, I'm getting at them

    [Chorus x2]

    [Outro: WC (Case)]
    (You me, Dub-Cee)
    Uh, Dub-Cee (Flirt)
    Case (that's me)
    New millenium shit (baby baby babe)
    This song was submitted on January 10th, 2011 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by William Calhoun, Ricardo Thomas, Eric Williams, Case E Woodard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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