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WC lyrics : "Flirt"

(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 $#&@a' 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. #~!!@ 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 $$#
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 $#&@aholic
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 $$#es

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 %#@! (baby baby babe)

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