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lil flip - ain't no nigga lyrics

[chorus: lil’ flip + db]
ain’t no n-gga like a h-town n-gga
cause the rest of ya’ll n-ggas ain’t sh-t(ain’t sh-t)
ain’t no n-gga like a mississippi n-gga
cause the rest of ya’ll n-ggas eat-a-d-ck(eat-a-d-ck!)
them n-ggas talkin sh-t(mayne f-ck that b-tch!)
them n-ggas talkin sh-t(mayne f-ck that b-tch!)
them n-ggas talkin sh-t(mayne f-ck that b-tch!)
them n-ggas talkin sh-t(i’m a dump my clip!)

[verse 1: lil’ flip]
i’m takin’my (??) off i’m drinkin a cup or two
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t trill that’s why we don’t f-ck with you
ya’ll don’t smoke dro, and ya’ll don’t drank lean
bananna scare face and the underground king
now you hear me(oooh!), now you feel me(oooh!)
now you love it n-gga we still thuggin
my twenty-fours rubbin cause my rims are too heavy
i got my own liquor now i can’t hold the wheel steady
’cause i been drinkin while as the lights blinkin
my rolls gold shinin with the mall, black diamonds(yup)
me and banner tag teaming again
wake ya lazy -ss up you bad dreamin again

[chorus]

[verse 2: david banner]
i walk into the party mayne bustin and sprayin
b-tches flyin through the air of the sh-t that you sayin
if you ballin n-gga bring it mayne f-ck yo cl!ck!
once again all in david banner, lil’ flip
like a pimp, get crunk, hoe collect me some ends
and if you trill send it out girl bring all ya friends
we blowin swisha, mr.mississippi all in ya back
when it’s over you can hop yo -ss right straight out the ‘lac
respect that-from the time of the jack it’s all good
with some leather on my seats, steering wheel all wood
mayne go on tell the feds like a p-ssy n-gga should
yeah tick, tick, tick b-tch we blowin up ya hood!

[chorus]

[verse 3]
[lil’ flip]
you got mr.crunk-and-mr.layed back
and if you hated ‘like a pimp’ b-tch this the payback
we droppin hit after hit you know they feelin us man
you want us both for a show that’s thirty-five grand(n-gga)
and we don’t take checks we want the green man
don’t make us run up with that infrared beam man

[david banner]
man i’m all after ya momma house, gun in yo mouth
and i’m a try to blow ya brains out
and remember what you n-ggas say about the south
now they want a beat, now they want a verse
now it’s gonna hurt but you n-ggas caused pain
i’m a put it in ya back with my mississippi mac
that’s it b-tch have a good day!
it’s a-to the b(???)for the n-ggas who couldn’t bring my cash
it’s left, to the right, to the left, to the right
when a motherf-cker whippin yo -ss

[chorus] – repeat to end

- lil flip lyrics

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