Flirt lyrics

Artist  : Wc 
Song : Flirt



 Send "Flirt" Ringtone to your Cell 

 







  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








 f/ 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



[Chorus]



[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] (2x)



[Outro: WC + (Case)]

(You me, Dub-Cee)

Uh, Dub-Cee (Flirt)

Case (that's me)

New millenium shit (baby baby babe)