Lyrics:
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
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
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is seven pounds of pressure for it to blow
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is
lil' bum nigga
You walk around ya house in an
Old Versace robe wit' one slipper
Made an album called Split Personalities
Until I smack them all back into
Shake a real nigga hand errtime u
See em' see em' see em'
Young Flashy Nigga shinin'
Like i got on 3m 3m 3m 3m
Label nigga wanna sign me tell em' I
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
gon stand in our Way
Finna drop down and pray
For forgiveness the script we gon flip it
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
[Chorus: Shazstar rp2x]
gotta stack ya paper
chop em' like a razor!
if you gon'grind or if
you gonna pull papers!yeah
[Lil' Flip]
I'm a southside
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
[Lil Bo - Talking]
Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers
On this here album right
But this motherfucker bout over and uh
a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack
Out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
cops
See that shine from my wrist to my neck is all rocks
Gucci flip flops with Louis Vuitton socks
Li-Listen lil bitch we don't fuck with small talk
We
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
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
Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin
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
finna blow me a bag up in Louis
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers
Lil' bro, stay on your
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
Hey hey hey, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you
Ballers
When I'm in yo city better treat me like Obama
Or we can flip the switch, and blow that bitch up like Osama
At the age of three you turn the blind
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