MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
lil flip - sunshine
Lil' Flip e Lea - Sunshine
[Lea] Uhhhhhhh
[Lil' Flip] Yeeah
[Lea] Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby
[Lil' Flip] Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper)
[Lea] Ooh baby
[Lil' Flip] My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it
[Refrão: Lea]
Sunshine
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
[Verso 1: Lil' Flip]
Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player
But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player
Just answer your phone whenever I call
Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball
I like them short and tall but not too thick
I just walk in the spot and take my pick
And they wanna roll cause they like my style
And when I pop my collar I make them smile
I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat
Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you
I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you
[Refrão: Lea]
[Verso 2: Lil' Flip]
I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars
Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala
I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla)
And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya)
And we can meet up the next day and chill
But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live
I got bills to pay, I got moves to make
But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late
[Refrão: Lea]
[Verso 3: Lea]
We don't have to be in love (love)
We can just be friends!
I will be right there, beginning to the end!
I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends)
We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end!
[Verso 4: Lil' Flip]
They say love is pain and pain is love
I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug
You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue
About - what a real nigga like me do
I like to stack my bread and flip my chips
And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip
I take private jets to Vegas, man
It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure
But don't worry, the chauffer open the door
You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all)
Cause you my baby girl right?, right?
[Refrão: Lea]
[Outro: Lea]
We don't have to be in love (love)
We don't have to be in love (love)
lil flip - fly boy
"Fly Boy"
[Lil' Flip:]
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk
[Hook:]
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)
[Verse 1:]
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ???
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause
[Hook x2]
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)
[Verse 2:]
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause
[Hook x2]
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)
[Verse 3:]
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody
[Hook]
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)
lil flip - 7 1 3
(Intro)
Junior talk that ole hustling talk
I was gon tell his daddy, but I found
Out his daddy was a damn hustla
Lil' Flip, representing 7-1-3 nigga yeah...
[Lil' Flip]
You know I'm back on the scene, with a pocket full of green
It's Lil' Flip, I'm the Freestyle King
So extra extra, read all about it
Guess who went platinum when, everybody doubt it
Me, and ain't shit for free
I'm on your track, cause I'm a hard emcee
Don't hate on me, cause you a scrub
Summertime, I'm riding Dubz
Feeling good, representing where I stay
I got a H, and I got a AK
So don't play, cause I got gats
Summertime I'm on Dubz, nigga how you love that
I got the plack for the King, I got the
Platinum plack nigga, size me up for the ring
Cause I'm a champion, you a loser
You fuck around with me, and I'll bruise you
Real break your neck, nigga now you eating
Out a straw, playing with a man you a boy
My paper grown, how you fold that
How the fuck you hating, and you ain't gold yet
How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum
Nigga what the fuck is going on, why you capping
You acting like you a star, but ain't nobody buying your shit
You dummy, you the dumbest in the click
Cause, you wanna act like you hard and shit
But real niggas like me know, that you fraud and shit
Cause you a faker, you ain't no motherfucking gangsta
Like 50 Cent say, you just a wanksta
How you claim to be a hustla, when you flat broke
My nigga I'm stepping out, in a mink coat
I got blue, black, red (red)
I got a lot of girls, some of em give me head
Some of em give me bread, when my money get low
I use to fuck, one three days in a row
But she wouldn't let me drive her car
So I found me a bitch, with a Jaguar
Now I got, two herbs in mind
So don't try and jack, cause I'll burst a nine
That's one shot, two shot, three shot, fo'
And if you don't die, I'ma shoot five mo'
Yeah nigga, I'm on my grind
I'm just like Nas, I'm a mastermind
You got a plan, before you try to do something
Get a rubber, before you try to screw something
(*talking*)
Yeah ha-ha, it's your boy Lil' Flip man
I represent the 7-1-3, nigga
Shouts out to all my niggas in H-Town
Big H.A.W.K., Chris Ward, (Pokey), Z-Ro
3-2, (Big Moe), all my niggas in H-Town
(Lil Troy), Wise Guys, (T-2), can't forget
Who else I'm leaving out in this motherfucker
Shouts out to the motherfucking Walston, you know
All the Houston niggas getting they money
C-Note, Willean, that's how we doing it
Who else we forget, can't forget
J-Mack and Mad Hatter, 97.9-97.1 House Party
All that shit, we repping this motherfucking 7-1-3
Nigga, holla back, ha-ha, iight
Oh can't forget my nigga Swamp, my bad dog
We can't forget Ron Wilson
He got the Lamborghini, you see it
lil flip - 8 rulez
(Lil' Flip)
Theres 8 rulez.. on the streets
You live by this, you wont get caught up
(chorus)
1-Dont eva let a nigga know yo buisness
2-Always start what you finish
3-Stay on yo note don't slip
4-Be careful cause these streets are a trip
5-Always keep a glock in yo whip
6-Real niggaz stick to tha script
7-Don't slang crack where u stay
8-Just don't do it okay
(Lil Flip)
In my hood all you see is dope fiends and dope dealers
Rats and roaches police and 4 wheelers
Metro pawn shops liquar stores
30-year-old men chillin drinkin mikalobe
Stop signs but don't nobody ever stop
Theres ten groups in my hood but don't nobody drop
Plus the block is hot
And this dope game cold
Through rain sleet or snow birds gotta get sold
(Big Shasta)
Birds get sold
I stand and watch the game unfold.
thangs git throwed.
I told my connect rain or snow
Exchange the doe,
Leave the scene wit no clue.
4 words you gotta remember dont brake the rulez
Use your tool
(Lil Flip)
Its kinda like you move you loose
(Big Shasta)
If you don't fuck wit me I aint fuckin wit you
(Lil Flip)
Respect the game when you see my weapons aim nigga I aint a rookie im a vetren mane.
(Chorus)
(Lil' Flip)
Hustle for yo wealth, stack benjamins.
buy it,cook,cut it,whip it,ship it, then im in the wind
Back to home base im on a paper chase
Im not a case catcher so I can't catch a case
Money on my mind. And how am i gonna get it
I dress like im broke but im really running the city
Bricks turn into crums
Gallons turn into one
Drugs violence distrubuting narcotics using guns
Money, cash, hoes
Swang it, glass full
Get the dope, pay the bills, man thats all i know
Hustlers never sleep, and sleepers never hustle,
Down the interstate with a brick in my muffler,
Keep it on a low, cause niggas be snitchin,
They'll do anything so they won't see prison,
Man you never know, yo brother can be a snitch,
And a month later now you got undercovers checking yo piss,
Im off the block
Somebody better call the cops
Im hallin rocks
Somebody better call the doc
Im shippin and handling
When im not chicken dismaniling
The family don't feed me I feed the family.
(Chorus repeat 2 times)
lil flip - beef
Whats beef, Beef is when a nigger like you cant sleep
wake up wit no appetite and you cant sleep,better look both ways
befor yo ass cross the streets
cause you dont wana bump heads wit a niga like me
lil flip - bitch you know i get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
[Verse 1: Lil'Flip]
Jack's clusive, Look you a bitch you don't wanna go toe to toe
blow to blow I'll knock ya punk ass out on the flo'
and I heard about that track you tryed to diss me on
so bitch be gone,my click is strong
nigga you just skin and bones
I keep tellin these niggaz-I roll with felony niggaz
I done lapped you 5 times you ain't ahead of me nigga
you know my pedigree nigga I'm a vet dogg
I got two words for you Fuck Ya'll
I'm tired of niggaz makin records like they want drama
over here we Clover G's desperates focuse on us
and I got niggaz everywhere and they got my back
next time you take ya shirt off bitch get some tat's
[Hook]
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
[Verse 2: Yukmouth (Lil' Flip)]
(Jack's Clusive),Aww shit y'all got Yuk and Flip mixtape shit
I'm whippin up pure bricks y'all shippin out cake mix
stay Underground like Tigger so keep it in the basement
Jacobs with royal faces bitch Yuk is the Matrix
no Cartwheels,dodgin bullets,hoppin out of buildings
clock millions when you speak my killers come and pop children
rock civilans,Ak's-223's drop cielings
you'll make it out alive just paralyzed God's willing
Rap-A-Lot and Clover G's we mob like (sucillian?)
top buildings with mansions that's the size of block buildings
y'all listen you can lift wieghts,get shot
you not hot until you fuck with Clover G and Rap-A-Lot
[Hook]
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
[Verse 3: Lil'Flip]
Everybody wanna be Pac until they really get shot
you claim you runnin the block,but I heard you runnin with cops
homie from Houston to Harlem-we use to the stardom
when rap cats run they mouth that's when we usually revolve e'm
fuck a publicity stunt I'll fuck you up for free
cause I got niggaz in my hood that'll ride for me
my niggaz ridin for free,we ain't gotta pay for a murder
you want beef? well you ain't gotta pay for a burger
don't let us catch up with ya ass cause I'm comin with Callico's
we kickin in yo Daddy's do when we beefin that's how it go
lay it down get on the flo'-and put the Coke in the bag
I got the scope and the mac don't make me cock this bitch back(What)
[Hook]
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
lil flip - boxers
(Lil' Flip)
I'm Lil' Flip
Takin trips to Cancun
Drop the tape
My cartoon comin soon
Blowin up like a hot air balloon
Livin in a penthouse wit 25 rooms
Houston, Texas Benz N Lexus
Find me on the freeway drivin reckless
Wear sunglasses when you look at my necklace
Worldwide respected
Top 10 selected
(Chorous)
Horses wit my boxers on
Horses wit my boxers on
Horses wit my boxers on
You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
I got Trojans wit my boxers on
(Deep Threat)
Picture this:
Girl me & you
In our water bed
In the shower too
The water's fine
Say what's on your mind
Don't see nothin wrong
With some bump and grind
I'm gone break you off
Like a playa should
Like side to side
Baby its all good
Im not lookin 4
Girl no love affair
If you ride with me
you know ill take you there
(Chorous repeat 2 times)
(Deep Threat)
Sittin here
And you're layin there
Layin there
And you're willin to share
Ya freaky thoughts
Baby wit me too
You got ya t-shirt on
And ya panties too
The warm caress
Of ya body next to mine
It's rated X
& its so devine
I wanna come inside
If ya want me to
Open up
And let me prove it to you
(Chorus)
(Lil' Flip)
Girl I'm from Cloverland
Call me Trojan Man
Bump & Grind
I aint wit that holdin hands
When I wreck I hit hard like Jackie Chan
If you fine like Mya
I'll be ya man
I like jazzy girls
And classy girls
You know I'm rich so don't ask me girl
Sometimes the nice girl can be the nasty girl
Im a freak
Don't neva put it past me girl
I got my trojans & my boxers on
At school I got my dockers on (my docker's on)
Jenny Jones and Nia Long
We don't have to get a room, I got plenty homes
I rap fast or slow, while stackin dough
Dress like I just won a fashion show
Me humpin AP after mo
We diss niggaz only if
it ain't plat or gold
You wanna hear some Keith Sweat
How bout some Deep Threat (Deep Threat)
Girl Im a playa
Don't get the sheets wet
Lemme put a passion mark on yo neck
And I'll let you kiss my shiny baggettes
I need a sweet lady just like Tyrese
Def Soul puttin it down wit Sucka Free (Down wit Sucka Free)
The Click I claim is HSE
You wanna know what I'm wearin
Wait & see (oooooooooh)
(Chorous repeat 4 times)
Boooooxeeeers!
lil flip - candy on chrome
[Verse 1: Big T]
I been really trryyiinn? baaabbyy
Tryin? to come down da slab for sooo looonngg yeah
And if you feel like T feel baby
Want cha come on OOH!
Come on WOO!
[Chorus: Big T]
Candy on chrome OOOW!
Candy, candy on chrome
Slabbed out baby
Candy on chrrroooommmeee
Swingas!
Candy on chrroommee
WOOHOOHOO!
[Verse 2: Big T]
We?re all in-house playas wit? soooo much to gain
And it aint no thang: woooo
But since we got to be here, let?s swang
Cuz? I love it, thereeeee?s nothin? wrooong
With T comin? thrroouugghh, baby not at aaaalllll
Heeey, droppin? my slab with me and you can never go wrong
Cuz? my slab is true, ooh baby
I SAY WOO HOO HOO!
Don?t you know how sweet and wonderful chasin? can beeeeee
WOO HOOOOOOOOO!
Riiide watchin? streets baby and poppin? trunk wit? meeee
I SAY WOO WOO, I SAY WOOO!
I aint gonna wooorryy cuz? I?m lookin? gooooddd
Like a playa shhoouulldd gurl
I said come on come on come on come on come on baby
Let?s floss through the hoooooddd
OOOOHHH!
[Chorus: Big T]
I?m ridin? candy on chrome
HHHOOOOOOOE!
Candy on chrome
You know what I?m talkin? aboooout true drop baby
HEEY HEEEEY!
And let the slabs come OUT!
If yoouuu believe in slabs let?s get it ooonnn
WHOOOAA!
Ridin? on chrome baby, this man is hard yeah
I?m ridin? on candy chrome: EEEEEEEE!
Just candy chrome, HOOW HHOOOWWW!
[Verse 3: Lil? Flip]
Hey, Southside G?s ride nuthin? but reeeed
You can ask Bevis I get nuthin? but heeaadd
I drink so much I sleep wit? my cup in da beeedd
All I gotta do is pop trunk to turn the heeaad
I?m on 84?s and I?m actin? baaadd
My paint job look like a maxi ppaaaddd
They call me Lil? Flip mayne I thought you knneeww
I?m the first one to freestyle 10 minutes on scrreewww
Me and Big T in da Escalaaddeee
Like Lil? Troy it?s a better wwaaayy
I ride on chrome each and every daaayy
Every song I get I?m gettin radio plaayeedd
I?m only 18, but my candy DRIP
If you got cavaties don?t like ya LIPS
And the freestyle king is my NICK NAME
I let my bumper kit HANG, while I grip GRAIN
[Verse 4: Big T]
I said come on come on come on come on come on DARLIN?
Let?s floss through the hooooooodddd
OOOHH OOHHH!
[Chorus: Big T]
CANDY ON CHROME
I?m ridin? on candy to chrome baby
Yes I do baby I got to ride on chrome
CANDY ON CHROME
You don?t have to worry cuz? I?m on da phooooone
CANDY ON CHHRRROOOMMMEEE
Cuz? if the 3?s move ya? the phones will groove ya?
CANDY ON CHRROOMMEE
Woo and let da top on doowwnnn HO HOOOOEEE!
Get it on, on chrome baby
I said baby can you feel me
Cuz? dem choppas be lookin? like
HO HOOOEEE!
Oh baby baby can you feeeelll meee
Ohh yeah cuz dem choppas be lookin? like
HO HOOOOEEEE!
lil flip - candycars
Man we ridin candycars eating candybars naw i ain't locked up behind bars man
This is lil flip of the screwed up click i'm the coe yeah yall still come to
See me flow i shine so hard i glow in the dark. my momma say damn boy it look
Like you got a star in yo mouth well momma that's apart of being down south.
Yall still mad? well i feeling kinda glad. records going gold and platium. man
I'm tatlented i got skillz that bet ain't even seen yet i got a grill that damn
Near cost a mil. houston texas is where i live. but every body know in houston
Candycars be our style
That's all i wanted to write lil flip i might help ya soon then holla at me and
I write you and hole new album i got killz to dogg. lil bebe
lil flip - cut 4 u
[Lil' Flip talking]
Lil' Flip,this for the ladies though
yeah this for the ladies
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
I Cut 4 you but girl I got things to do
I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin
when I ain't wit' you I got money
to make I got places to go so you
ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin hoes
[Verse One: Lil' Flip]
I tell you wear a nigga's boxers and ya hottie top
would you like me if i didnt have a Jag
off the lot and when I hit the mall and shop
I'm buyin all the socks and if I got into some
trouble would you call the cops? I needa ride-or-die chick
like the LOS that know how to drive a stick
in a yellow vette' I needa gal that know how ta pull
silly stunts I needa gal that know how to roll philly blunts
and if I wanna drank she gon' hold my ace
and if I ever get locked up she gon' promote my tapes
she under stand when a nigga say I gotta show
and when I gotta show that means that I gotta go
I'm tellin you all this right know cuz' I gotta know
are you down wit' me becuz I gotta lotta dough
and all of my jewlery gotta lotta snow
[girl:what you need Flip]
[Flip:girl notta hoe]
[Chorus repeat 2X]
[Verse Two: Lil' Flip]
I only like fine woman like Destiny's child and if
I say I'm Lil' Flip I bet she'll smile I dont
belivin buyin dranks but I can show U, a mic
you dont believe my teeth cost then I can show ya
a price I paid 20 on my piece I paid 50 on my teeth and
U dont wanna know how much I paid for my bentley
but it dont matter girl I got mo' money than Bill Gates
and I'ma stay paid as long as my record's
still playin but niggas still hatin cuz they gotta broad
wit no Job, or they gotta chicken head wit no Job and no car
[Lil' Flip talking on the phone]
girl be quiet
[boy]
Lil' Flip we gotta show
you can go out wit' ya friends I'ma do my own thing
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse Three: Lil' Flip]
and I dont give my dough and I got lick e'm low and
if yo' friends dont like me fa'get dem hoes
I got you drivin navigators and drivin sports cars
I got you steppin out the house in guzzi sports bra's
I got you doin alotta stuff that you never use to do
I got you wearin baggets the size of a rubies Q
I got you takin vacation while I'm playin playstation
[girl talking]
he went off wit' anotha girl
[Flip]
baby they jus hatin keep waitin pretty soon
we gon' spend some time and if I wanna stay paid
I have to spitt' rhymes so if you done wit me baby then
it aint no problem and we can ride side by side
like bat man and robin
[Chorus till end]
lil flip - da freestyle king
(talkin)
Nigga, 2000, Y2K
Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga
fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga
Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King
Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron C
Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit
Indo nigga this what we blow...
(Lil' Flip)
We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
I say naw nigga I got shows to do
After the concert, I got hoes to screw
If I'm on stage, I don't wanna be close to you
I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you
What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin'
Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum
I ain't cappin', what happened
I done blew up too quick
I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click
I represent, I get head
Ride blue, ride black, I ride red
Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts
If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts
That's what i do, nigga all the time
Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box
Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox
Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks
Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
She wanna fuck, I'ma call her and see
Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's
Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti
Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer
Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor
I'm Lil' Flip, nigga, I know you know me
Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's
You might see me in a Expedition
With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
I'ma balla, nigga I told you that
If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs
I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder
Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers
That's coffee, hoes wanna toss me, get off me
Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me
From Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale
Half of my niggas locked up in jail
But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down
Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown
You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag
50 G's for a car, that's not that bad
I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat
Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat
Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin'
Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin'
I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones
Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone
I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas
We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger
I almost fucked up, but nigga I'm the king
I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring
And all I do, is ride on chrome
And all I got, is DVD's inside my home
I got a Jacuzzi, I might watch Scary Movie
Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday
This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat
Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat
So pay me, the radio gon' play me
Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee
Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King
Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine
Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime
Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded
y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark
I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates
And when I pick 'em up, nigga, I'ma take 'em to the room
Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom
Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome
I got all, satellites from the top of my home
I get gone in my zone, nigga, I'm in a Bentley
Niggas mad, they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's
And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King
Fuck y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines
(talkin)
Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga,
we over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga,
the North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle...
lil flip - deep down south
Come on, uh...
[Lil' Ron]
I'm bout to cause a disaster, like a earthquake
Eighteen's, got little kids dropping milk shakes
I smoke and sip eights, poured in one soda
Treat my girls like dogs, nigga teach em to roll over
Give em the cold shoulder, if they don't listen
But they quickly convinced, when they see them rims twisting
Better pay attention, to that nigga Lil' Reezy
It takes six dimes in bikinis, just to please me
Better believe me, its real in the field
My chain like yellow lights, it make people ill
In the Porsche switching gears, like a Nascar racer
And the rocks on my bracelet, got it looking like a glacier
I'm a clutch player, like Robert Ory
These cats ain't balling, they telling stories
But ain't gotta worry, bout H.S.E.
If I ain't hating on you, then why you hating on me
[Chorus: Big Shasta]
We from the deep down South in the city
In the light, and I be seeing these girls be looking pretty
That's why, I got to stay on my grind
So we can be a hundred percent, all the time
Y'all don't know where we from (where we from)
Y'all don't know where we been (where we been)
[Yung Redd]
Its like one for the money, and two is for them hoes
Three is for the drank, Four pass me the smoke
You won't see me riding, in any ole Benz
Unless its jet black, on twenty inch rims
I got more Air Force, than the government
Every color pair, I'm so fly trust me I'm loving it
I never leave the hoe, with just a single rubber
And I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us
Under the in-fluence, catch me swerving
Playing in a number six, like Julius Irving
My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing
Still a young heathen, as long as I'm breathing
I pay for a show, turn it out then I'm leaving
The way the man told us, its flossing season
This year we got it made, we shining y'all
Even though we got a due, we still grinding y'all
[Chorus: Big Shasta]
[Lil' Flip]
Who am I, name is Lil' Flip
And I roll with, two clips
Just in case, something happen
While y'all niggas yapping, I'ma be capping
Rolling with my strap and, pistol packing
Glock 9's, Tech 9's, even a Mack 10
I'm not acting, I pack clips so
Play your roll, and stick to the script
Before I flip, and empty the clip
I'm Gladys Night, cause I'm a pimp
We eating shrimp, and catching planes
You know I'm great, at catching dames
And what's your name, where you live
Will you give some brain, do you got kids
Cause if you do girl, its okay
So pass the syrup, fuck the courvassier
[Chorus: Big Shasta]
lil flip - dirty souf
South side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh
[CHORUS:]
It?s the dirty south, it?s just the dirty south,
It?s the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south [repeat 2X]
[Redd]
down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
[Lil? Flip]
well down south we drivin bentleys and jaguars
and we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars
[H.A.W.K.]
down south we bout that dolla dolla
grab a trick then hit and make em holla holla
[Lil? Flip]
Down South we eatin Timmy Chan?s and noodles
I just bought an Escalade and a PT cruiser
[Redd]
down south my wrist stay below freezin
down south my niggas brag for no reason
[Lil? Flip]
in down south everybody shop in the galeria
I dont care about the price I drop money like diarhea
[H.A.W.K.]
down south we rollin fancy cars
escalades drop tops and rovers wit role bars
[Lil? Flip]
down south lil flip pimpin sluts
down south we wearin Princess cuts
[Redd]
down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt
[Lil? Flip]
down south at my concerts I?m packin em in
and you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand
[H.A.W.K.]
down south candy paint bumper grill
and to be for real I?m already done cart wheels
[Lil? Flip]
down south we all about stackin chips
and if you get outa line we packin clips
[Redd]
down south they know redd one of the best
plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest
[Lil? Flip]
in down south I put diamonds all in your face
and I?m sellin fifty thousand I?ll leave your state
[H.A.W.K.]
down south these bezeltines an baggets
so much ice you could bobsled off my chest
[Lil? Flip]
down south we sip serve and fall asleep
down south cant nobody else ball like me
[CHORUS:]
It?s the dirty south, it?s just the dirty south,
It?s the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south
[Lil? Flip]
down south when we drive we hoggin the lane
86 baggets clogin my rang
[Redd]
down south we count money on the back of the jags
but if I?m broke you gone find me with a gat in the mast
[H.A.W.K.]
down south we smoke hydro and sip syrup
down south it?s boo boo guess and ice bergh
[Lil? Flip]
down south we ride swangers on drop tops
after karintons we ride through our house
[Lil? Flip]
down south lil flip the only freestyle king
down south we all known for big balling
[Redd]
down south we spit slang notice my voice dragin
take a look at my clothes ice bergh jeans sagin
[H.A.W.K.]
down south we some ghetto stars
when we havin sex it?s minashatwa
[Lil? Flip]
down south I hope yall know it?s hot as hell
and if ya tape aint jammin it?s not gone sell
[Lil? Flip]
down south it?s rolex and cardiere
we dont go to clubs unless they got a party there
[Redd]
down south 5-0?s be slangin the billy clubs
down south you aint gone find to many silly thugs
[H.A.W.K.]
down south stick together like glue
and we love our music slowed down by screw
[Lil? Flip]
down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
major labels dont even wanna call these boys
[Lil? Flip]
down south I make em stop like DMX
and lil kids poppin wheelies on they bmx
[Redd]
down south every other ride is on twenty inches
on a bad day I prolly conversate with twenty winches
[H.A.W.K.]
down south we push rhymes like weight
and the real hangry grill fake hang with fake
[Lil? Flip]
down south it aint no stopin me
and I got more zeros then the lottery
[CHORUS:]
It?s the dirty south, it?s just the dirty south,
It?s the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south [2x]
[Redd]
down south ladies throw brawls right in your way
man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day
[H.A.W.K.]
down south all you hear is H.A.W.K.
and thats the reason why I hit your (flum face ??)
[Lil? Flip]
down south we ridin in vipers and vets
down south we wearin nikes and sweats
[Lil? Flip]
and down south sucka free got the game sewed up
down south everybody sayin man hold up
[Lil? Flip]
down south all we do is ride on chrome
down south we got dvd?s inside our home
[Lil? Flip]
down south we ballin for the millenium
I got a drop escalade and I aint even twenty-one
[Lil? Flip]
down south everybody know I?m shinin quick
can somebody flush the toilet [toilet sound]
cuz I?m the shit down south
lil flip - everyday
[Verse One: B.G.]
On the block avanna to magnolia tryna shine
I scored a bird and I flipped dat bitch forty times
Now we ballin from Houston to New Orleans seven figures (ya?ll lyin)
Got the baddest broads callin cause I?m rockin ice (bling!)
Gotta 2000 Benzy Bike rrrroooommmm rrrooommmm! loud pipes loud pipes
Gotta house on Washatona thats laid out
Short Bentley on dubs paid out
My niggas homes said wodie be bout cha? paper
He said you got ends dem feds will try ta hate ya
I said look here you know I?m bout my change cousin
I can spend a grand a day like it ain?t nuttin
Cause I got money to blow I can spend a mill a day
and be far from broke ya heard me believe dat!
If it ain?t ice it ain?t ya heard me!
If it ain?t platinum it ain?t right
[Chorus 2X: Lil? Flip]
Everyday I?m ballin (ooohh da way y?all ball)
Bourbon is crawlin (ooohh da way y?all ball)
Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y?all ball)
[Verse Two: Lil? Marice]
I?ma balla-shot calla and I?m seven years old
My blades gon? chop and my pop trunk low
I chill wit my boys I might ride tan
I?ma H-town playa and ya?ll cant stand me!
When I?m at school I make good grades
Ya know I?m Sucka Free and we all playa made
Chop chop twist twist I got rocks on my wrist
I?ma million dollar balla wit a million dollar kiss
[Verse Three: Lil? Flip]
Well...
I got rocks on my wrist head lights on my fist
Wit all dis platinum in my mouth playboy I?m da shit!
I gotta Bourbon, a Jag, and one Durango
If you lookin at my watch you might see a rainbow
And when I pull up on da scene I?m hangin out da sunroof
Fo? 15?s in my trunk kick like kungfoo (hhhuuwwwhhhaaii!)
You say you ballin like me what you gun? do
What you got on yo? watch I got on one tooth
I like to spend 50 and ball in da mall
Go to Gavleston and crawl on da wall
Me & Duke spend money and roll on 3?s
I spend money like it grows on trees!
[Verse Four: Taz]
If you ain?t a millionare you cant ball wit me
Girl if you ain?t a star you cant get caught wit me
Ain?t nobody gon? represent the south like me
Ain?t nobody got rocks in they mouth like me
I?ma shine no matter what the cost
Maybe I?m da boss nobody play the flaught wit me
You claim you ballin hard you ain?t spendin G?s
We only roll 20-inches on our Bentley?s
T-A-Z ballin is what you hate ta say
Twenty D?s in my rang can you pay da fee
Wit out money I dont know how my day would be
It?s Hill Wood puttin it down playa we Sucka Free, that?s right!
[Chorus 4X: Lil? Flip]
Everyday I?m ballin (ooohh da way y?all ball)
Bourbon is crawlin (ooohhh da way y?all ball)
Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y?all ball)
[Verse Five: Lil? Flip]
Look everybody in my click got Ninja bikes
Please take off ya ring I got bigger ice
I shoot craps in Vegas they got bigger dice
I re-did my teeth platinum for a bigger price
I got drop-top toys like Fisher Price
I like 2000 cars they got bigger lights
I got 20?s at night jus? ta blow ya mind
I pull up in a crawla jus? ta slow ya down [tires schreeching]
When I pull up at da light women stop and giggle ([Girls:] Hey Flip,Hey Flip)
I tell em girl ya look good hop in da middle
I?ma Texas boy and I like ta ball a lot
I got 2 Prime Co?s women call a lot (Hello,Hello)
I cant help dat I?ma star its in my Jeans-N-Trace
I got my name on my arm ScreensNPlates
I?m Lil? Flip and I?m all about stockin change
You say ya gotta million nigga that?s pocket change
I?m ballin, I?m ballin!
[Chorus 4X: Lil? Flip]
Everyday I?m ballin (ooohhh da way y?all ball)
Bourbon is crawlin (oooohh da way y?all ball)
Texas to New Orleans we ballin (oohh da way y?all ball)
[Harmonized: Lil? Flip]
sippin on lean ya know I?m lookin clean
watchin T.V screens 20 diamonds in my rriinngg!
we bbbaaallllliiinnnggg!
khakis wit a creese platinum on my teeth
ya know I?m Sucka Free till I DDDD-III-EEEE!
we bbbaaallliiinngggggg!
[Girl Singing]
I like da way you playas ball I like
dem diamonds when ya smile it jus da way
you playas shots and roll on 20?s all da time
ooohhh!drastic!da way ya?ll ball!
lil flip - flip 039 n on my block
[talking]
Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip
(that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street
It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah
[Lil Flip]
(on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and 'Face
And don't nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight
(on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car
And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star
So holla at a nigga, when you get your check
And if it's 800 dollars, you about to triple that
(on my block), we staying up playing dominoes
And we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothes
That's how the game go, when you living in my city
And niggas in the hood, they don't show no pity
So don't act hot seditty, when you see me at a show
And the reason we don't hang, cause you act like a hoe
(on my block), the little kids they be smoking weed
And if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speed
I'm from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-Land
And where I'm from (Cloverland), bitch I'm the man
[Hook]
On my block, everybody on the corner hustling
On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons
On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy
I cant leave freestyling alone, the game need me
[Lil Flip]
(on my block), you might see my nigga Greg Street
In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley
Or you might see my nigga, C-Note in the drop
You might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the block
You might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop Shop
You might see my nigga D, at the Barber Shop
You might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoops
Or you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a Coupe
You might see my nigga Dre, from S.A
Or you might see my nigga Ken, at Quickway
Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood
Trying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good
[Hook]
[Lil Flip]
You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face
We drive fo' wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let's race
And we can't catch a case, cause we got the best lawyers
And I spit dead in your face, now that's some gangsta shit for ya
And to my fans, who really buy my shit
I appreciate the love, cause y'all made me rich
And if it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be shit
So I'ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up Click
On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha
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