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I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three 
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper 
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
ain't up niggaaa

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)

[Lil' Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha
[Lil' Flip:]
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa
East coast
West coast
Midwest
To the dirty dirtttyyyy
It's Flip
you claim you got this and that by flippin crack, stop lyin, nigga you just rapped.

Lil Flip
A lot of Rap Cats rap about jewels, but that ain't rose
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay nigga riding
The time is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain’t stop nothing nigga
It’s like jail was third base and my lil’ nigga still came home, ya
of cats
And told 'em holla at me baby, when you flip that hundred pack
Not knowing these funny cats, had no intentions
On paying Lil' Head back, some
when they sip broma smoked cheeba
Took ??
This one is for my real mug mixers
Who get screwed up, my thick juice sippers
Shout out, to my man lil flip
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
[Chorus]
We can get it on, let me come a lil' closer
Freakin' all night long, makin' love until we're over
[unknown], let me know what you want to do
when they sip broma smoked cheeba
Took ??
This one is for my real mug mixers
Who get screwed up, my thick juice sippers
Shout out, to my man lil flip
The time is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain’t stop nothing nigga
It’s like jail was third base and my lil’ nigga still came home, ya
restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin' non stop
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin' non stop
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
I walk through in South Africa
I showed them my 4 Acuras
I flip it just like spatula
So suck me just like Dracula

Polo like a college boy
No I'm not
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
momma like
Anythin' I say behind your back I'm willin' to say it to your face twice
"Fuck Lil' Flip, Fuck Z-Ro, I don't be listenin' to they shit"
May
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'