Lil' Flip

[fox69]

"Game's Really Over"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit & Gloria Velez)

"Game's Really Over"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit & Gloria Velez)



[Gloria Velez:]
Yeah its game over
Ya'll ain't ready
I can smell the fear
Yeah
Oh
But you don't hear me though
Its game over
Yeah
Its ya girl Glo
Lil Flip
Snoop Dizzle
OK

[Verse 1: Gloria Velez]
When Clover Gees get up on the track its game over
One hit then shorty spit so I came over
But out of respect if you get me wet you gotta feel me
Lil Flip, Snoop Dizzle and ya girl Glo
Hit 'em where it hurts we got this locked fo' sho'
You don't want no drama shorty still ballin'
MTV, BET I can hear them callin'
The most phenomenal
Boricua Lamabodamo
Like that Snow Man
Go gettin' that dough man
Niggas wanna get with us gotta come correct to get with me
Now makin' hits with Flip and S-to the -N to the double -O-P-
Dirty South, East Coast, to the Midwest
Got everybody knockin' what I did best
Lil' Mama, CTC, Clover G I told ya
They thought they had us Flip but I gotta tell ya

(Game Over)

(Flip Flip Flip Flip)

[LIl Flip:]

Yeah
Oh boy
Remix
Remix
Yeah
We got Clover Gees in the building
Oh boy
Oh boy
Oh boy
We got Snoop Dogg in the building
Fo' Sho
Fo' Sho
Fo' Sho
Fo' Sho
My nigga Game in the building
Oh boy
Oh boy
Oh boy
Holla at 'em

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Bitch what the fuck you still got ya clothes on for?
Didn't you read the sign when you came through the front door?
No draws
No bras
No laws
Just pimps and hos and balls in ya jaw
Drink what you wanna drink
Shake
'Till it achy ache
Now make ya coochie pop and get them suckas for they bank
Not me cause I don't pay for no nookie
I'm a pimp bitch I gets money out your pussy
I'm fly as a eagle
Livin' so illegal
Pimp out the Cadillac blast out the Regal
We turn a We-Low
Everywhere that we go
I do this for my motherfuckin' people

[Chorus:]
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

[Verse 3: The Game]
R.I.P. DJ Screw
Soon as I touch down in Houston
I slow down my music
Blow a pound with Snoop and Lil Flip
Drive through the corner where he used to pitch
Where niggas sippin' sizzurp watchin' roosters flip
We notorious like B.I.G.
So I'm a stretch my rubber bands 'till T.I. free
Yeah (Game Over)
Nah Game just started
Fat red laces in my S Dot Carters
I'm a tell you where my heart is
In heaven with my little nigga Marcus
That got shot for his Chicago Bulls Starters
Regardless of the fact I got jacked for them Jordans
Pimpin' war when he dunked on Starks in the Garden
Nigga I'm the hardest
On the mic in the hood
If you wanna act retarded then I'm right in the hood
With them Nikes in the hood
Stuffin' white in the hood
Sittin' on that cherry low rider bike in the hood

This ones for Yayo before he get home the whole world gon'
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

[Chorus:]
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

[Verse 4: Lil Flip]
Ah shit its Flip and Snoop in this bitch
First you buy it, then you roll it, then you light that shit
You know I smoke like a cancer patient
I went gold in two weeks now ya'll niggas hatin'
You got Houston and Cali on the track
Yeah
Plus I know ya'll got my back
I make 'em bouce all across the globe
I got the Bentley GT and the baby blue Rolls
Oh you ain't know? my liquor about to drop boy
I'm ridin' spinners cause my money don't stop boy
I got ya baby mama showin' off her g-string
I'm in my drop bumpin' "Nothing But a G Thang"
I know you mad cause your gal love my voice oh
I know you mad I'm on the cover of The Source no
Its Clover Gees on top of my head
Peep the rocks on my bed
Cause the game over man

[Chorus:]
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

 

[fox69]

"Get Crunk"
(feat. Big T, Lil' Ron & David Banner)

"Get Crunk"
(feat. Big T, Lil' Ron & David Banner)



For the hoe ass niggas
This for the niggas, hoe ass niggas
Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him
Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real
Is that girl real, huh

He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If that nigga owe you money, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If that hoe won't let you fuck, she a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't wanna give you head, she a hoe, she a hoe

They call me Thunder Cat 'cause I got so many hoes
They call me cookie man 'cause I sold so many O's
Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash
Slid out the Benz, jumped in a Jag
Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer
Guess what I drop, underground this summer
But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air
And bitch you ain't smoking endo, so I don't care

He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If that nigga owe you money, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If that hoe won't let you fuck, she a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't wanna give you head, she a hoe, she a hoe

Say flip, look at all these hoes
Some are girls but it's niggas also
I'm tired of fellin' tention, when walking in places
Niggas is hating, I'm fin to hurt they faces
Change the paces, winning the races
Money I'm making, cookies a nigga baking
Feeling my status, above average
Lil Ron be ready for all that static

We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin'
Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving
The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving
The way that we hustle, that's the way we surviving
Going to shows, going to clubs, riding on blaze, riding on Dubs
We from the south, we country as hell
Y'all smoking brown weed, we got that funky smell
The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo
Riding on low-lows, flip there go the po-pos
Step out, let me see your license and your insurance, nah 'cause

You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe
If the laws pull you over, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she want child support, she a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he fucked up your car, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she tear up your Bentley, she a hoe, she a hoe

I ain't never been the type to be in love with a hoe
Instead I'm trying to leave out the club with a hoe
A basket case, I spit in a bastard's face
Walk in, crash the party and trash the place
Fuck it I tried to tell 'em, some niggas wouldn't like it
Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic
Then it's, back to the Benz that's sitting on chrome men
Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then

He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If that nigga owe you money, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If that hoe won't let you fuck, she a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't wanna give you head, she a hoe, she a hoe

Ki's from over seas for me, that's just some cain
30 G's and robbing lanes, that's just some change
Bows from them hoes, you know, that's just them thangs
Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game
Yeah, fuck 'em, my nuts let 'em suck 'em and let 'em go
Mississippi, p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho
Coming down, gripping grain up on the do'
On the flo man you slow and not knowing that she's a hoe
You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do'
I'm shopping all day for polo and hydro
Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need
I'll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds

All my down south niggas get crunk, get crunk
And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the westcoast niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the up north niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the midwest niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the K.C. niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the H-town niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the Pensacola niggas get crunk, get crunk

Whenever you see a hoe, point 'em out, point 'em out
Whenever you see a hoe, point 'em out, point 'em out
Even if you know a hoe, point 'em out, point 'em out
Whenever you see a hoe, point 'em out, point 'em out

All my Mississippi niggas get crunk, get crunk
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk, get crunk
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk, get crunk

That's all I know my nigga
Nah, for real though
Baton rouge, you know I'm talkin' bout
Oklahoma coming down and L.A.

 

[fox69]

"Get Crunk (Remix)"

"Get Crunk (Remix)"


[talking]
Yeah yeah, yeah, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
We bump that Screw down here, we back
It's part 2, Lil' Flip and David Banner, you know
This time around, you gotta feel us (got to feel us)
The album went platinum, fa sheezy nigga
Yeah yeah, uh-oh so just smoke something
Look, look

[Lil' Flip]
I still like to bang my Screw nigga, I keep it true nigga
You transparent, I can see through you
You a fake ass nigga, wanna hate on the South
Bitch nigga, get my nuts out your mizzouth
The Sizzouth, is where the niggas bizzall
Twenty inch Lorenzos, that's how we crizzawl
Go to the mizzall, and buy us some clizzothes
Go to the club, and try to fuck us some hizzoes
You know how it gizzo, I gotta keep it rizzeal
Platinum is my record sales, platinum in my grizzill
Bling bling bling, that's what a nigga like to do
But everywhere I go, I gotta represent for Screw
What about you, do you keep it real-a
Do you go half, with your nigga on some killa
Do you bang Screw, Fat Pat, Mike D
You know how we do it, we the S.U.C.
Screwed Up Soldiers, I represent the Clover
Last year I dropped my first album, in October
This year I dropped on, August 27
Nigga I smoke weed, like Snoop and Devin

[Hook x2]
What y'all wanna do, what y'all gotta say
You bump that Screw down here, okay
How you niggas acting, how you niggas roll
My album went platinum, my shit ain't gold

Ha-ha...

 

[fox69]

"Get It Crunk"

"Get It Crunk"


[Hook]
We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Niggas get out of line we hit 'em up like

[Verse 1]
Well I'm flippin' and grippin' my woodgrain steering wheel (steering wheel)
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel (Ha ha!)
It feel good to cash checks every other day (yes!)
If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way
Miss me with that bullshit dawg I'm on the grind (grind)
You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some
If you think you strong enough to take a shot (jump!)
I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now (jump!)
These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride

[Hook (2x)]

[Verse 2]
Look I'm a pimp
Mine is the 3-piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle
There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash (cash)
Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last (my last)
The prices (jump!)
If you out of town and you need a bird (jump!)
I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve (jump!)
You don't want beef wit my squad nigga (jump!)
Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga (jump!)
Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips gon' put you in a coma dawg. ya dig?

[Hook (2x)]

[Verse 3]
Hey!
Niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick-up kid why you ain't got nobody? (stop lyin!)
Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford
You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord (Ha Ha!)
And tell valet not to scratch my wheeeel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted liiiip
Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deviiiille
I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kiiiiiill
Hey! I'm like Jeezy I trap or die (trap or die)
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed

[Hook (2x)]

Hey I bet he won't (jump!)
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!)
Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!)
She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't (jump!)
She actin' like a bitch 'cause I know she won't (jump!)
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!)
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!)
Oh, Oh, Oh, y'all better not (jump!)
You fuck around and get (jump!)
Ha-ha! Whoo!
Shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins
Yeah, holla at yo boy!

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Mindstate (Can't Get Away)"
(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

"Ghetto Mindstate (Can't Get Away)"
(feat. Lyfe Jennings)



[Talking - Lyfe Singing Over Flip talking]
WOOOO...new shit, Lil' Flip and Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-Yea

[Chorus - Lyfe]
I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away
I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
Ay at fifteen I was makin moves
drinkin beer-shootin dice at school (Yea)
when most niggaz had a nine to five shiiit (fuck that shit)
on the block we makin nine to five grand
each day, yeah we got cheap yay
my niggaz on lock they call me on three way (hello)
the hood hot like a crock pot
dope fiends cuttin yards for a twenty piece of crack rock
around my way ain't nobody watchin Matlock
we tryna hot wire cars, and break pad locks
turn soft to hard drop it in Gladlock's
and drive flashy cars and get mad props and still I want change
Last week they caught my partner with a block of caine
and can't no amount of money stop the pain
They gave him 83 years his mama went insane (Damn)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]
Comin up with no father figure
I guess that made me a harder nigga (why)
cause I don't like to ask for shit
when I came in the game with a half a brick (yes)
but I ain't telling little kids to go that route
but it's on TV everyday like they don't know that route
and little girls bein fast, bein grown tryna flirt
leavin home wearin pants, then change into a skirt
I live in the ghetto, I stay in the ghetto
run up wrong I'm sprayin that metal
cause ain't shit sweet around my way
all I know is one thing, how to get paid
with Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit
this motivational music I know you feelin this
Ay and I was raised in the church
but where I'm from you gotta move that work

[Chorus]

[Flip]
Why everybody tryna bring me down
because of me they respect H-Town
look I was here when y'all wasn't around
the first week you did aight but then that shit went down

Why everybody tryna bring me down
because of me they respect H-Town
look I was here when y'all wasn't around
the first week you did aight but then that shit went down

[Lyfe]
They tell you, you was born to die
yo'mama she was born to cry
yo'woman she was born to lie
hold you down so you can't feel life
I tell you that it's all a lie
young nigga you just gotta try
keep your eyes up on the sky
don't let ya dreams pass you by...cause somebody said

 

[fox69]

"Give Me A Beat"

"Give Me A Beat"


[Talking]
Ay this what I do nigga
I do this shit with my eyes closed nigga (fuh sho, fuh sho)
y'all niggaz tryin too hard man heheh...yea Clover G's!

[Verse 1 - Flip]
Uhhh lyrically I'm a menace
I'll take ya chain and ya tennis
I was raised in the Clover, I roll with Note and the Chemist
no more shoppin at Mervan's, cause I'm tourin in Burlan
candy paint flip flop, on my black Excursion
now I'm creepin the block, with my wrist all rocked
put up ya lighters for BIG, now light a blunt up for Pac
fuck all this beefin on beats nigga we deep in the streets
and all the beef I ever had, I got out my teeth
I'm a young ass nigga with a master plan
I make a hundred grand everytime I move my hand
niggaz tryna diss me just to get a fan - but I'm rich bitch you understand
cop them cars, cop them cribs, cop them guns just for fun
I'll bring ya hat to ya, once I put my gat to ya
y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I'm a Clover G and I got respect
and for that paper I'll bounce yo'ass like a check
I've paid my dues from the start - this music poetry art
y'all rappers ain't that smart...now get ya weight up nigga

[Chorus - Flip]
Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
you gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine)
Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
see I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes

[Verse 2 - Flip]
I'm a thug ass nigga that love to bust
I only know one thing "In God We Trust"
you bitch ass niggaz ain't hard as us
you wanna little B - O you better smarten up
I bought that truck, drive that 'Llac with two hoes I'm a mack
three albums one gold, the other two platinum plaques
I move swiftly for three gigs it's 250
I went to Amsterdam for a week and I blew sticky
all that weed I got to light one
out of all these hoes I got the right one
you know my name baby (Flip) - I hope yo'brain crazy
you did it, I love it - we did it in public
look you ain't my girlfriend either you with it or fuck it
don't get attached to my charm, just bring my stacks in the morn'
cause I'm a G and you know it with twenty tats on my arm
I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better
game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater
I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better
game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater, yea

[Chorus - Flip]
Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
you gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine)
Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
see I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes (whaaaat)

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Be Me"

"Gotta Be Me"


[chorus: Cresia]
And I just gotta be me...me...me
And I'm gonna stay sucka free...free...free
And I just gotta be me...

[Lil' Flip]
I'm an 18 year old CEO
I got fans thats dyin to see me flow
my favorite movie is CB-4
H$E Click you know we throwed
I'm 6 foot 1 on the digital scale
I'm a ghetto star and a man as well
and I'm all about my mail like a man in jail
I wonder if I put my tape out, can it sell?
only time will tell how many copies get sold
at night I pray to god that I live to get old
cuz half of my homeboys already dead
and the other half doin time with the feds
I'm like the CincinnatI Reds I'm playin ball for the pennant
and if I fall while I'm tryin I start from the beginning
they say practice make perfect and it really paid off
I'm my own boss now so I can't get laid off
and I'm gonna stay the same flip no matter what it takes
and I won't stop rappin no matter how much I make
Whether I'm rich or broke i'ma still crack jokes
and I never turn my back on mobbin foes

[chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
I done been through a lot of pain
at an early age hump gave me silent game
I got knowledge but I didn't get it from college man
I'm not gonna change because I'm flyin private planes
and if I don't work, my pockets hurt
man it costs a lot of money livin on this earth
everybody got to shine but it's my turn
the early bird gets the worm that's what I learned
ever since I was a kid I had to ball
I don't smoke cigarettes and I hate alcohol
I went from being a janitor to a manager
when you become a star with me, wanna dance with yah
I'm gonna keep my platinum teeth and my pants saggin
now everybody wanna jump on the band waggon
I ain't braggin, because I got a little change,
I ain't gonna let my head blow up cuz I got a little fame
now when my cousin died things got a little strange
I know the block is hot just ask lil wayne
everybody dream about goin to hollywood
but look how fast I turned clover land into hollyhood, hollyhood

[chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
everyday I'm on the paper chase
I gotta win first place in this paper race
a lot of kids around the world wanna take my place
but momma said boy don't let nobody take your space
that's why I pay attention, so I can see
it ain't the army but I'm bein all I can be
so everyday I shop like I hit the lottery
I'm Lil' Flip that's the only thing I gotta be

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Stack Ya Paper"
(feat. Shazstar)

"Gotta Stack Ya Paper"
(feat. Shazstar)



[Chorus: Shazstar rp2x]
gotta stack ya paper
chop em' like a razor!
if you gon'grind or if
you gonna pull papers!yeah

[Lil' Flip]
I'm a southside playa that love to wreck
I got 25-G's above my neck
when I'm at the Cashattia I love to bet
should I take the Corvette or the bubble lex?
I put diamonds in yo faces on a daily basis
I done wrecked T-town and club Oasis
I got three Jags in my parking spaces
'95 Air Max with blue laces
you can call me a pimp like Dolomite
I charge five G's to hold a mic
if it aint no drank I dont hold a Sprite
after I do this I got mo' to write
I'm a stay Sucka Free thats my family
me,Redd,Hump,Fuzz,and Anthony
nigga we livin ya'll fantasy
and I take baths with vanity
I'm in the studio from 9 to 5
I'm a stay indepedent I aint gon' sign with Jive
I'm eatin fettucini ya'll eatin fries
like R.Kelly I wish I could fly
I'm a 18 year old C-E-O
my favorite movie is CB4
when you lookin at my watch see me snow
and if you want pimps here we go
you aint know Lil'Flip is the freestyle king
I got platinum on my bezzeltyne
stretch my money like a limousine
ya gal hooked on me like nicotine
when I pull up to the show I'm in 16 cars
16 ice,and 16 stars
yeah I'm spittin game to like 16 broads
I think I just wrecked these 16 bars

[Shazstar]
maan!that boy a fool
godamn!but

[Chorus: Shazstar rp2x]
gotta stack ya paper
chop em' like a razor!
if you gon'grind or if
you gonna pull papers!yeah

[Lil' Flip]
ay I'm in a Escalade eatin Etoufee
like Lil'Troy its a better way
I ride on red and sit on gray
me and Ron C blow on hay
I'm playa made on razorblades
all my clothes are tailor-made
I pour a 4 in Gatorade
watch me lean in the shade
I keep a fade I'm wearin J's
I pull more stunts than Super Dave
the reason I ball like a ball
cause thats just for you to hate
I'm underated but anticipated money in my face
I gotta make it jump on a mic I gotta break it
A million dollars I gotta take it
I'm the millionare I'm a billionare
Check the Billboard I'm still in there
I put diamonds all in yo face so you know
Lil'Flip dont really care I play truth
or dare with yellow bones talk on prime co telophones
got hoes from Hiram Clark all the way to Yellowstone
and I ride on chrome thats all I do
Slow down music we call it Screw
Everyday watch out for the boys in blue
I wear Fubu and Dada too
I'm Lil'Flip I'm Sucka Free
Ten thousand aint enough for me
Cant none of ya'll niggas fuck with me
I cant get enough of this luxury but
I'm a billionare and I'm playa made on razorblades
Lookin good chunkin up the duece
Cloverland is my hood nigga ugh!

[Chorus: Shazstar]

[Lil' Flip]
ay they call me Lil'Flip I love to wreck
you wanna do a song I need a check
collect my hoes like upper deck
southside niggas get much respect
nigga Ron C put me on the track
my nigga named Hump put me on the map
my nigga named Johnny man he gave me plat
a nigga out of line nigga he get slapped
a million dollar nigga with a million dollar mouth
a million dollar vase with a million dollar coach
southside nigga thats what I'm about
if a nigga owe me money I'm a call him out
I'm a let a nigga know I'm the freestyle king
these niggas dont wanna step in the freestyle ring
nigga this shit is freestyling
nigga I'm the mothafuckin freestyle king
I said it one I said it twice
gotta whole closet full of Nikes
went to Worthings full of dice
you know Lil'Flip gotta lot of ice
I gotta lot of mics cause I'm in The Source
me and Brian playin on the golf course
nigga got a brand new Rolls Royce
hoes give me head they got no choice
I'm a million dollar nigga thats what
I do slow down music by Watts and Screw
everyday watch out for the boys in blue
nigga I use to watch shots of Fubu
million dollar nigga with DVDs,Escalades,
drop top,and GMC's before I listened
to DJ Screw I use to jam DJ Dmd Lil'Flip
is the only star down south we just
sip the bar 20 inches rip the car I gotta
be real I'm a rep the toy I'm a stay
the king I'm a stay the prince I'm a get
the house with the big ol' fence and when
I write my rhymes I dont get lyric bent nigga

 

[fox69]

"Haters"
(feat. Big T, Derrick, T.C.)

"Haters"
(feat. Big T, Derrick, T.C.)



[Lil Flip Talkin]

[Verse 1:Lil' Flip]
I'ma lane switcha, I'ma young game spitta why you lookin
at my rims cause mine can't bigga but I ain't jigga I'm Lil' Flip
you know me baggets and precious cutts
all in my rolie I don't shop a police cause I'm top
of the line did you see how I made my bentley drop to the
ground, I'ma codiene dranker thats all I sip
and 2000 cars thats all I flip
if it ain't on chrome I can't sit in it
if it ain't a big body I cant fit in it
down south we all about are money
down south we get are piece made by johnny
down south we like to swang on glass
if you wanna sixteen you better bring my cash
I'm a millionare for real and now you know
my bank account say 10000

[T.C.]
I'ma playa on 20's rider
U.P.T resider bently off the show room
first class driver everything I own gotta be paid out
I bought a mansion in spain
next to bill gates house
I love money large ammounts
I never wrote a check the bank bounced
wodey I'm use to livin lavish
I gotta rolie on my wrist about forty karets
I like to cruise so I bought me a yat
I like baby's house so I bought the whole block
wodey can't you see I get my shine on
I done moved my colisium into the super dome ya heard me

[Chorus: Big T.]
Why Ya'll Haters so Mad?
I don't know why baby
Hummers and Jags
why Ya'll Hatin the way ya'll do?
Why Ya'll Haters so Mad?
I don't know why baby
Hummers and Jags
cause we in Hummers and Jag

[Derrick]
I bought a Jag off the show floe
wit no miles paid it out I can't stand notes
wrote a check for 70 grand my shit paid for
my money legel I ain't worried bout the feds brah
18 set for life dogg I'm livin gravy
girl thats big enough for me and you aint it baby
I got some shit around my wrist
that do nothin but sparkle
my clothes and my mansion they madeamara
so much Ice in my pinkey ring tellins horror
all my arms tattooed nigga C.M.R
moved mom's out the hood to washatona
she needed transportation so I bought a rover
she couldn't drive so I hired a mazada shofir
tommorow night I'm goin to dinner wit your girl
Oprah,Oprah hoes see me in the club
be like that boy rich
I don't take bathes in water moette and cris
I got some shit around my wrist
that a blind the day
how many niggas you know sleepin in versachi beds
man that platinum 20 thousand dollars spreads
my nigga sold a trans am that was special made

[Chorus]

[Lil'Flip & T.]
[T.C]
we gon ball wit shunny pooh for the millinuem
we 18 live in condominum
[Lil'Flip]
we ride on blades we ride on glass
and we got t.v's inside our jags
[T.C]
we in private jets we never on land
we ballin outta control ya understand
[Lil'Flip]
I stay in cloverland thats all I know
and big head dollars thats all I hold
[T.C]
big body on brauders thats all I know
20 inch rims is all I roll
[Lil'Flip]
and my watch too cold
you know we actin bad shunny pooh
now I see why them haters mad

[Chorus]

[Derrick talkin till end]

 

[fox69]

"Haters Still Mad"
(feat. Big T, Lil' Ron)

"Haters Still Mad"
(feat. Big T, Lil' Ron)



[talking]
Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad
Man look, Big T

[Chorus: Big T]
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

[Lil' Flip]
You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo
It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window
I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2
I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
But I'ma hold it down like it's supposed to go, make this Screw shit coast to coast
I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling
My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs
E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match
Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam
Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long
Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows
I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know
Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars
Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars
But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy
I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me

[Chorus]
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Swisha House acting bad
Why y'all hating the way y'all do
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad

[Lil' Flip]
All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one
All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh
Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight
Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life
Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice
Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price
Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill
Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill

[Lil' Ron]
Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill
Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill
How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup
It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up
Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip
Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff
Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad
I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging

[Chorus]
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Swisha House acting bad
Why y'all hating the way y'all do
Why y'all haters still mad
I said I don't know why baby
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad