Lyrics:
gotta Rolley, but that's somethin' that I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar
gotta Rolley, but that's somethin' that I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar
strapped wit'
That MAC Maine, and they hate fags
You prolly have a seizure like Lil'
Wayne when they skate past
Nigga, you softer than a premature baby ass
London, then hit up Dubai
Smoke all this herb, I’ll have you flyin’ high
You saucy as fuck
Those be hard to come by
I’ll be your King, you be my Queen
We
flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans,
last freestyle got me nominated for awards
Yeah, your boy came up, whole squad on tour
And they all make cuts like a samurai sword
If it was easy then
they don't know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord
She a video vixen but behind closed doors
She'd do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards
to the Grammy Awards, ha ha
You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your
Gates, (and who else) Z-Ro
The Freestyle King, King of the Ghetto
We packing that metal, buck-buck-buck
Now you can catch me on MLK, leaving
y'all can do the opposite
Spit a 16 for the King, Stojaković
So clutch from three
Got the trinity
With them my energy is to crush the enemy
Pressure up
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fall back (back, back, back)
Fall back
I don't know what these niggas is talking about (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm the king of this God
BIGGEST 4 ugh
Yeah ugh yeah
FreeStyle 1 Freestyle 1 yeah let's go ugh yeah ugh
I Got one dream
Just like
Martin Luther king
Nigga don't like me
But
bouncin' on the flo'
Let me ask ya lil' shawty what you really, really wanna do?
I know you got 50 niggaz, but I got 50 niggaz
Matter of fact me and Flip
1:Lil' Flip]
Uh, I'm smoking blunts with my niggaz-I'm pullin triggers for cash
promoters comin up short we put that heat on they ass
'cause when that
yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
to the Grammy Awards, ha ha
You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your
got this alone cause you niggas is shady
I flip that pack made it do a 180
My reign number 1 like I’m Tracy McGrady
Quit fucking these hoes cause they
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
(Chorus)
All these diamonds invisible set
Grammy award put the ink on my neck
Hates hate cause they see I’m a threat
Roll up one let me feel
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
[Will Smith]
Uh, uh, uh
What?
Whoo! Ha-ha
Yeah mic check
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
Alright now let's go yo
[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come
on chrome baby, this man is hard yeah
I'm ridin' on candy chrome: EEEEEEEE!)
Just candy chrome, HOOW HHOOOWWW!
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Hey, Southside G's ride
and make their spirits flip like
I'm a little underground king making Texas hits
For screwing our life force down
Until the supreme hip-hop spit almost
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