lirik lagu lil flip – we got it
whoooaaaaa
i’m the streets
what you know ’bout it?
we got what you need man
[hook:]
you want that cocaine?
we got it
you want that heroin?
we got it
cause i’m a thug
t-h-u-g
cause i’m a thug
t-h-u-g
look i’m a thug
t-h-u-g
i said all of the above
[verse:]
i’m spectacular, i bite your neck like dracula
i’m flippin’ in my acura
cause flip still a bachelor
i’m smokin’ on tarantula
flip a key just like the spatula
got a b-tch by the name of pamela
with a cousin named tamara
she posin’ for my camera
cause she know a n-gg- a star
she know i’m the type to buy the club
n-gg- f-ck tryin’ to buy the f-ckin’ bar
that’s who we are, aye
in the streets n-gg-s act like they your friend but them n-gg- is your enemy
they just come around to smoke your weed and drink your hennesy (i ain’t no hoe)
i ain’t never been a n-gg- that would run from a m-th-f-ckin’ fight
i’m the n-gg- that run to the fight
i’m the n-gg- with the m-th-f-ckin’ calico c-cked with a light
one to the head, one to the back
kill a n-gg- just like that over one stack
cause my n-gg-s gangstas ya n-gg-s w-nkstas and we’ll kill ’em, thank you
i don’t give a d-mn ’bout you or ya m-th-f-ckin’ crew
tell me what you what the f-ck you wanna do
if the n-gg- wanna box we’ll box
after that we box and put ya n-gg-s in a m-th-f-ckin’ box
i been callin’ the shots
a lot of n-gg-s get in the game and get a lil’ fame
sell a couple of ringtones think they bosses
tell a n-gg- to come to my hood and my n-gg-s take they crosses
whatyouknow ’bout comin’ up in the hood sellin’ keys tryin’ to get out
whatyouknow ’bout try to rob another n-gg- just come it’s a m-th-f-ckin’ drop
yeah n-gg- i live it, yeah n-gg- whatever i say is real
i don’t just make words rhyme
m-th-f-cka i was really sellin’ that
really sellin’ them nine’s, sellin’ them blocks, sellin’ them k’s
gotta get the block, gotta move a mill, gotta move ’em out
gotta watch out for the m-th-f-ckin’ cops
undercovers will get ya, put ya behind a cell like in jail can’t get no mail
gotta put ya b-tch on the ground
but she can’t watch the m-th-f-ckin’ trap all the time (d-mn)
so what you gon’ do hustler? you a king pin
how much cocaine n-gg- you bring in?
i hear ya records and ya records sound real nice
except i’m not you n-gg-, i don’t write
i’m on some other sh-t, some sh-t you ain’t known
i spit metaphors, i spit h-m-phones
embedded chromosomes, check my dna
i’m always winnin’ first place in a relay
i’m a marathon runner, n-gg- you a sprinter
i’m a green label bentley dropper you a rental
i’m a sinner, i sin again but i repented
sin after i do it, cause i went through it
i’m true to it, the streets, f-ck the beef
cause if i’m still walkin’ around n-gg- it ain’t no beef
go to police, but n-gg- they can’t help ya
cause just like some m-th-f-ckin’ wax the k will melt ya
put ya kids in a shelter cause daddy was a d-ckhead
all you had to do was come on time with lil’ flip’s bread
but when these n-gg-s play with me, i don’t lose my temper
i use my pistol, then spit on instrumentals
it’s critical, i’m the type of n-gg- that’ll get at you
get rid of you, h-ll yeah n-gg- now you miserable
will kill ’til you lose, he don’t pay no dues
if you play by the rules, homeboy them keys will get move
but if you hate on a n-gg- like me cause a n-gg- like me i got respect
cause a n-gg- like me in a g-5 jet, hand on my m-th-f-ckin’ ‘tec
reppin’ my set, cloverland
ain’t no holdin’ hands cause i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ pimp
still eat shrimp, still get head from ya b-tch on the first attempt
never been a wimp, always been a fighter
gimme the lighter cause i got the fire
these hoe -ss producers in the game never wanna sign work for hires
grab the plyers, got pullin’ they teeth
grab the plyers, got pullin’ they piece
gotta let a n-gg- know don’t play with flip, cause he a m-th-f-ckin’ don fo’ sure
oh no you ain’t know hoe, i got n-gg-s in 3rd ward that’ll put a pistol to ya
i got n-gg-s in iraq that’ll send a missile to ya
real -ss n-gg- i’m a trill -ss n-gg- don’t play no games with lames
got a whole bunch of money got a whole bunch of change i can put a lil’ on ya brain
for a stack, i can get ya whacked
for two i can get two
for three i can get the whole family we’ll spray at ya randomly
it’s a casualty, yeah n-gg- don’t battle me
cause a n-gg- gettin’ money like master p
i rather be livin’ so lavishly, i got ya b-tch home back with me
on my jet ski, wayne gretzky say he got ice
lil’ flip got a whole bunch of ice, got a whole bunch of nikes
got a whole bunch of hoes yeah a whole bunch of dyk-s n-gg- you can get one
gimme a g, gimme a beat, i’ll show ya how to have some fun
i’ll show ya how to bust a gun, i’ll show ya how to turn from a soldier to a don
don ron these n-gg-s hate us, they hate to congratulate
these n-gg-s get behind ya and hate, well they rather late
cause my success has been happening for 12 years
almost 13, close the curtains
i’m in that maybach, that sh-t ya always see
that sh-t ya never had, i’m in there blowin’ weed
it came with a refrigerator, i’m watchin’ “the terminator”
that n-gg- the governor, haaaa, n-gg- i’m lovin’ the
hustle the way that i grind, i can get on any plane
i can spit a freestyle and leave it on any grain
anybody complains that means they ain’t a grinder
you can put up your rolex my breitling watch it blind ya
25 karats on my m-th-f-ckin’ grill
yes i pay the cost to be the boss
you see the cross, n-gg- it’s all frost
where you been n-gg-? i’m number 1
cloverland southside of h-town that’s where i’m comin’ from
still pack my ‘tomic gun, still packin’ the calico
still go to war for my n-gg-s just like we at the alamo, ploooww!
hit the ground you see me bussin’
n-gg- cause when i’m comin’ repercussions ain’t nothin’
i, empty the drum
i’ll, empty in one
2 to his face, murder was the case
leave the cops on the high speed chase, i’m a getaway
cause i got ‘diplomatic immunity’ just like jim and cam’, and juelz
oh yeah you see my je-wels? haha
i made the song ‘spinners’
so i, got to ride the ride on chrome spinners
play with me now, cause i got the f-ckin’ cake with me now
yessir, the baddest b-tches say they wanna stay for me now
but pray for me now, i’m hustlin’ on the edge
one slip, and i can get caught up by the feds
for one flip, i can get make a whole lotta bread
i ridin’ for gudda and the dream team until i’m dead
[hook]
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