Lyrics:
jeans sagin
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south we some ghetto stars
When we havin sex it's minashatwa
[Lil' Flip]
Down south I hope y'all know it's hot as hell
by screw
(Lil' Flip)
down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
major labels dont even wanna call these boys
(Lil' Flip)
down south I make em stop
album on the shelf?
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who went platinum with one video?
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who smokin dro in every state he go?
[They call
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
than a scorch
Why you holding back applause
How you mad that I'm a boss yo
Boss
Don't tell me what to do yea (Lil dictator)
I'm already making moves yea
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
blinded by this lights
They throwing shade so I'm alright
I like my jin and juice with lime
With a lil bit of ice
If you gonna see me smile
Just know you my
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
on
But I don’t run from it dawg
I want eyes on this
I want albums with no skips
You got your mind on that
I got my mind on this lil' bitch, that’s why
I
the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta
Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here
But I'm rolling up instead
Flip a zoot up In my fucking pencil case
Then the clock strikes 12 and we gone without a trace
I never wanted to study
I'm
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say "I bet he do"
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip Shelly's
It's Lils, dusted out
nobody scared of you
I done done it all, Still ain't gonna stop
You released a album, that shit was a flop
You more flip floppy, then a flip flop
Yo ass
from a different cloth was raised by a ball player
That's why buy out the mall
Every time that I'm in it
Back when I had the push the start niggas
[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross)]
You smell that? (smell what?)
That's money
I smell money
Hahaaa
(Rossss)
I know y'all wonderin' like...
"What the hell is
action
Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say "I bet he do"
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip Shelly's
It's Lils
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
back, family dressed in black
Plus it's hot now, the cops outside, it's hard to flip a pack
And my daughter gotta eat
Her mama be stressing me like I
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z]
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