Lyrics:
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
a flirt)
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man lookin' at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring
the champion sound
Believe, believe
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini
be crispy
Same chick used to diss me
All sudden, one kiss me
Talkin' bout how she miss me
Cause the nigga so crispy
Crispy
A nigga be crispy
Yeah,
no nookie because I get it in
And I ain't pressed by no p***y so you can come again
And if you know how to get it then we can get it in
Cause I’m in
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
I'm comin' back
With a ginger cat
What'd ya think a-that?
Hey, girl!
I'm goin' away
But I'm comin' back
By the railroad track
Where
(Don’t)
I buy what you won’t (Won’t)
I won't cuff a chick (Chick)
Juug a bag and I'm gone (Gone)
All of my niggas be lit (Lit) (Skrrt)
All of my shows be
feelins' hurt
All I leave behind me is a ragged old guitar
I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar
Years they rolled on by, the old man
(Gotta) throw your hands up
(Gotta) throw your hands up
Yeah, uh
Let the pad Thai glisten, the Kirby Puckett thunder kitchen
I'm serving fresh
ball so hard in my moccasins
Yeah, I'm a player, you a hater, we are not the same
So I keep some head chicks on my team, rollin' sticky cream
We are not
THE NEXT DAY COLD
Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts I recollect
I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy)
"Damn it!"
the paint
Gun in the glass, tinted my windows
I am the truth bitch I am no pretender
And all of my Dixie
Chicks sweeter than Splenda
Gon' be a rockstar,
friendly
I'm here to end any enemies
Represent Tennessee sip on some Hennessy
Have a Dixie chick kissin' me
Jammin' to 103 wakin' up feelin' kinda
Like I'm
thought that girl was a joke
But she's laughing at me
Come to find out, that I'm the other chick
And you never loved me she was so over me
Now there's no
Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself
You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on
Then one night I gave my
on the track
Chicks love it
Want big tits need big budget
Yeah that's right
I'm all about the profit
That's why
I write rhymes
Coz I want a piece of that pie
listened to my mother and never judged a book by its cover/
And now I’m wondering if I used a rubber and covered my big brother would my life be going
Dubs (I'm A Flirt)
Sometimes When I'm With My Chick On The Low (I'm A Flirt)
And When She's With Her Man Lookin At Me, Damn Right (I'm A Flirt)
So Homie
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring your girl
This chick no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean
On ya finger next
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