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mia x - flip & rip lyrics

[dj klc]
yo mia. i got the firest beat and i want you and mac to bust off it
so who goin first?
[mia x]
it don’t matter to me, boo
[dj klc]
well, we gone flip for it. call it in the air
[mia x]
heads
[mac]
tails
[mia x]
mac, you up first
[mac]
say, kl. since i gotta go first and sh-t i’ma kick this sh-t one more time
for the old fake -ss n-ggas who thought i lost it. ya heard me? check it

[mac]
street camo cover my flesh
i’m one of the best in the contests
they steppin to mac without a vest on they chest
if all you wanted was rest then i’m your nyquil guy
your night time sniffin and stuffiness i k!ll with one shot
the murder murder verses quench lunatic’s thirsts
i get p-ssy from nurses comin from churches
the camouflage a-s-s a-s-s i-n i’m deadlier with my pen
then n-ggas with the mac 10 but that was back then
in 98 i’m strapped cuz i’m on the map
ain’t afraid to bust a cap and i get paid for bustin raps
i like them ghetto girls y’all can have them super models
cuz gangsta b-tches got bodies like c0ke bottles
i get the game from my n-gga v9 i get the beats off the 3-9
them n-ggas can’t see mine i’m lyrically a therapist
a f-ckin terrorist boom boom! i never miss i’m on the next level

[chorus: mia x and mac]
well i’ma flip it like this
and i’ma rip it like that
and i’ma rip it like that
and i’ma flip it like this

[mia x]
when the smoke clears i’ma still be here n-gga
mic in my hand rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance
i set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me
you cross my path you gets flipped in my wrath
the aftermath left b-tches quiet as f-ck
like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up
i rips it up from the gut like jack the shanka man
chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand
the better man’s gone be mama and you know this n-gga
on the top or the bottom i’ma show this n-gga
he’s goin to sleep i’m too deep the lady alligator
stick your seven inches in the swamp and i’ma fade ya
i made you motherf-ckers recognize the south
for the gumbo flava comin out my mouth
about drama bout paper bout settin it off
f-ck the verbal fantasies my sh-t is real y’all

[chorus: x4]

[mac]
p-ss me the mic and let me dig into they chests
like ak bullets through they proof vests
in a shootin fest i murder emcees like media
mac the street encyclopedia who wanna test me?
bless me with somethin knottin
b-tches who start p-ssy poppin
rhyme i quote em nines i told em like wallets
i’m rock solid and i like it when they suck and swallow it
i’m hardcore f-ck that slangin and sh-t cuz when i’m on the mic n-ggas be bangin and sh-t

[mia]
i love them buck wild crowds
mama be center stage
throwin lyrics at them n-ggas
like hand grenades
you can’ take the projects out of a b-tch like me
six figures make me throw bigger block parties
still warm my bed with a thug n-gga of course (fo sho)
still in the mix with all them messy -ss hoes
still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son
off top, then leave the studio with my gun c-cked
what?!

- mia x lyrics

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