Lyrics:
that ma, put it up in the air
(C'mon)
Ma got a phattie so I'm up in her ear 'cause
These clowns wanna grill, I got the clique right there
Now you
the streets
Cuz they stomps like sneaks
You be dry cheese so I sneeze around my door
Let's take it to the dance floor
Yo? Yo yo yo crank it up some more
This is
now my trunk got a hood
Now I crank up the car with no keys
Beat it, she for the street-neet-neets
Only once, she got hit at the 'spinini
I feel
that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
Cause I ain't gettin indicted
With fools around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
It's cool you flip
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Heart skip a beat whenever the bass drop
My shit is quakin
Get back to rock it out
So we can say we were there
When we talk about it
In our rockin' chairs
In our rockin' chairs
We gotta crank it up to ten
Ride ride ride, up all night
Ride, it'll blow your mind
Baptism by the fire
Don't let me roll the tires
Baptism by the fire
Your fever burn the wire
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
of the shuttle bus, playing J-Hus, kicking up quite a fuss
Just a man in a party crown, with his thong down, swinging it around
People look at me, they're cranks
You niggas wanna go to war, it's like in ISIS
That bitch gon' fuck your homeboy 'cause she triflin'
They got my lil' one down the road on the homi'
kick if you spit on it (kick, frrt, grrah, frrt)
Hundreds of bands, I put that lil' shit on 'em (shit, hee, ooh, hee)
Dope in my hand, I had to go flip
Baby, wake up, bitch (mommy, India got them beats)
(Leor, light it up)
Ayy, you see that nigga they just brought in here?
I know him, man that
These are my Cullinan keys (skrrt)
I crank up the car, I don't drive (drive)
Too rich for my feet to be hittin' on a pedal
Serving that raw like it's
even hit the block
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Hearts keep a beat whenever the bass
And it was me and that old hobo till you showed up again
Then he ran out of liquor and I've run out of time
I'm standing by the ocean, but you're still
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
Scale Money
Yeah
It's 4eign
Flip flip flip
I made it do a flip flip flip
I made that money flip flip flip
I turned her and made her flip flip flip
I
I'd like to welcome you
To the B side
Of Couch Slut's fourth album
And to advise you
To crank it
Crank it up!
You know, I wasn't always
Two-point seven for the crib and it's all paid (numbers)
Niggas get a lil' bit of fame, start actin' strange
Just because I showed a lil' love, that don't
the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on Lil' Cease
Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
Rock Lil' Kim hats
at the whiz, what?
[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(Uh, bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come
and flip the script, and got the world start screamin' our names
Ying Yang in this thang and its evident
(You don't really like us nigga?) You irrelevent
We
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who was the one that had ya'll leanin to the left?
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who got the hottest rap
[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You
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