lil flip – flippin’ lyrics
you are now rockin’ wit the symphony
[lil’ flip]
yessir
it’s ya boy fliperachi the #1 fly boy (yeaahhh)
i’m the building wit my girl mya (fo’ sho)
you know we doin’ a song for the ladies,
they want records too, you know
so if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp,
a real man, a young boss
girl money don’t run out
let me holla if you down wit clover g’s (fo’ sho)
[hook – mya (lil’ flip w/ ad libs)]
i know that you’d take care of me,
baby please (that’s right, that’s right)
no baby is not jealousy, jealousy
i know that i know that you pimpin’ you pimpiiiinn’
i know that i know that so i’m flippin’ i’m flippiiinnnn
[verse 1]
the first day we met, i was in my vet
i just left warner brothers pickin’ up my check (hahaaa)
i pulled up in wing stop just to get me a bike
rubber cush on my blunt so i’m high as a kite
red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
and when you walk by i couldn’t do nothin’ but watch
cause i know you wit a cat who ain’t treatin’ you right
and if you wanna be happy you should leave him right now
i got a ten o’clock flight on my g-5 girl
let me upgrade you, no more levi’s girl
i’mma show you finer thangs you can cruise the world
and when we come back you gon’ have bluest purse
yessir
[hook]
[verse 2]
i ain’t a pimp no more, that was ’99 (99)
cause when it came to the bread i had to get mine
top down when i’m roll up the vegas strip
four pound on my hip in case a n-gg- trip
a hundred dollar chips, let’s gamble ma (let’s go)
and if the crowd get thick let’s scramble ma (let’s go)
no gal can cook shrimp better than ma (haha)
i had a gal ain’t know what berretta or nine
after this, i’mma drop “ahead of my time”
the true thangs that i love is my bread and my dyme
they be like “flip man you got a lazy flow”
that’s when i say “oh wellll, i make crazy dough”
chuchhh chuchhh
[hook w/ mya singing]
you always say the things to make me staaaayyyyy
he then told me that you would change your waaayyyysss
you always got the best from meeee
i gave ’em to you faithfully
i’m flippin’ now i gotta get awaaaayyyyy
[verse 3]
so come and roll wit a fly boy
you can be my fly girl
just you and i girl
the kid ballin’ like jim jones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
cause i made about 8 million ringtones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
i’m a certified mack in the streets
how many rappers got ice on the back (but they not too many)
i do it big like that rapper from?
while you exit home put your ring out (hahaaa)
and we on private jets sippin’ real wine
i was in the projects watchin’ feds crime
but now i’m doin’ projects gettin’ paid now (yeahh)
there go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese)
[hook]
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