Lyrics:
the whip?
Dipped in fashion, I don't need the tips
Bitch be chill cuz I don't need a fit
If- papa' film?
Then I'm gon' flip the script
Killed the set but I
at the mouth (yeah)
That lil' bitch talkin' shit, kick her out (like, bitch)
I made my young niggas do that (yeah), go pull up and post up a pic at your house
my ear rings to my pinky ring
If you ain't spend thirty, tuck in your piece and chain (Southside)
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
From
week smelling sour
Don't matter if it's pills or the powder
A lil nigga gettin sales by the hour
I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit
Or hit so hard to the chin to make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
the woman that your father was
Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head south
Next bitch say somethin' worse, goin' in your mouth
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
little bitch
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All
on a low ohh
Thirsty niggas blowing up her phone noo
I dont need nobody but your body picture perfect
Im put you on the lobby we go higher
Lil' bitch she
Now open your mouth
Or shut the fuck up
We hear your mumbling mumbling
We hear you mumbling mumbling
Lil homie speak up
I might need to purge, I'm
keepin' it real gutter, why'know
SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is
You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid
You think you cool, I'ma throw you in
shit hurt (Damn that shit)
Damn that shit hurt, ouch
(Ayy, ayy) , ouch (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ouch, ouch, fuck that lil' bitch in her mouth
(Ayy)
Hundred bands
on bomb-zee and wreckin MC's
Makin shit happen like Lil' Cease
I come from a land of fonto leaf, bark from trees
That stick in your hand, and lakes rollin
your bed as fast as
I can
Like Peter Pan
Nasty like me I'm dirty dan
I know I can
I'm in her mouth like a can of spam
I love your girl she does anything
a mouse
Know a shordie got the drop
Finna run up in the house
You ain't ever hit no b and e put that cap right in your mouth
Grab the gucci, carti's
put it in they mouth
I got them mami's saying duh-huh-huh-muhh (Time out!, whoo)
When I hit 'em from the back
I got them mami's saying dammit man
I put it in they mouth
I got them Mami's saying duh-huh-huh-muhh (Time out!, whoo)
When I hit 'em from the back
I got them Mami's saying dammit man
Lil homie stay texting me
In the sheets, laying next to me.
Now I’m duplexing these checks,
Lil homie show respect to me.
(Uh)
Still that bitch,
Should have kept your mouth quite
Never spoke
I upped that stick, it's murder she wrote
556 go thru you and your folks
I was twelve years old, started
myself, never overrated
Gotta stay in tune with God so we can harmonize (Amen)
I stay inspired by Lil Tunechi on Tha Carter 5
Cuz when he dropped it, I was
Bobba you're going fat in the middle
Especially when your ass's being hunted by a killer
Yeh homie you know what they say,
i'm gonna catch your mo'fo's
to punch a nigga in his shit
I'm that lil nigga with the zips
I'm that lil nigga make it flip
I'm that lil nigga get up on the track and talk a lot of shit
we run in yo house
And tie you up like tennis shoes, and put a gun in yo' mouth
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip talkin']
For my dogz nigga, ya'll wonder why
muhfuckin' die, ho
Yeah, flip, flip, slatt
Lot of cash, big bag
In a Tonka, Mr. Bad
Big body, big bag
I could say that I'm bad (huh)
The Devil my twin,
candy
Cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga
Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King
Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron see
Dat Dodo, y'all
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