Lil' Flip

[fox69]

"Super Flip"

"Super Flip"


Heated up for three minutes now we ship it to spain
Lil flip on southwest airlines gripppin the grain
I'm the pot I could get good or violent
Got a gun when it go "pow" it's sighlent
These niggz be outta line I'm a pust they nose
Fuck they hoes
You know I never trust they hoes
I duck these hoes
Nine nine crush these goals
Now my family livin just like the hugstables
Lunchables
Shit I used to eat at shool
I had to sell bricks nigga we used to meet at school
Leave the school
Cook it up come back fast
Lil flip jumpin out one black jag
Got my tag
Jumpin out with a du rang
They say "lil flip you got that million dallar nigga is you mad?"
I ain't mad cause I'm sellin
These niggaz ain't sellin
I been ballin outta control
Nigga bitch I been smellin been spellin
Smellin like voshachi
It's miakiki me an will I am off that boney
An there ain't a paparatzi that could follow me
You say you the freestyle king but they hollan me
Nigga I'm a rap untill is poverty
Probably I hit the bill board for a month
Smoke a blunt
I been rappin ever since dug pun
I ride candy red I get head
He said I speed I said I sped
Don't give a damn got a parter that's from homested
Runs c can't forget the swisha house
When u mention rap you can't for get the south
From the dirty dirty
With a plantnum fugo jersey
Nigga will I am man take the mic
Man a nigga thirsty(hha)
They call me cutie pie
I'm steppin out in the ug tie
You fuck a hoe in the ass we call you dookie pie
Bad gets princes cuts
You know I'm pimpin sluts
Suv tintin trucks
Baby gets some emrol cuts
Rolex moet christal zippa
Look in the sky youill see the big dippa
Lil flip is south side representin my side
Sittin on bug high call boney an clide
Hit lips flip bricks always ball in the mix
Got a drop top six with more candy than tix
I never ever snitch cause I (too real)
Jumpin out the escalade with my (blue grill)
Iced out lookin good feelin like a pimp
Jumpin out ice bergs saggin walkin with a limp
L-I-l-
F-l-I-
P-e-r

 

[fox69]

"Takeover"

"Takeover"


[talking]
Hey Hump, how much you paid E.S.G.
To get on the H.S.E. album mayn
(I gave that nigga three full cookies, told him
Get his ass away come back and get a fifty pack)
Hey y'all, E.S.G.. snort cocaine ha-ha-ha

[Hook]
Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit
Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit
R-E double D, we running this rap shit
Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit

[Lil' Flip]
The take over, yeah the break's over
I'm the God of freestyle, bitch I'm from the Clover
And I'm screwed up, did I make myself clear
Now you got me pissed off, so I'ma end your career
I don't care if you swang and bang, you still broke to me
Remember Hump, use to let you snort dope for free
Look you ain't on my level, cause you are lame
You had to run from your gal, so you could do some caine
You went from Perion, Black Heart to Wreckshop
Now you got some tattoos, so you wanna be Pac
You fell from top ten, to not mentioned at all
Face it E, you will never have a plack on your wall
You did Maan with Big Moe, then you left the label
You ain't get shit, Big Moe got a Navigator
Matter fact, you had the worst verse on the song
But we all know, you ain't shit but a clone
You ain't write Buy the Car, nigga I wrote that hook
But I should of known that day, I couldn't find my notebook
And you are, so laaaame
Damn E.S.G.., tell the truth how long you been in this game
You came out with Ocean of Funk, and Sailin' Da South
Then you went to jail nigga, so you took a loss
Then you returned, with the Living Dead
But wasn't nobody feeling you, your career was dead

[Hook]
Big H.A.W.K., we running this rap shit
Po-Yo, we running this rap shit
T.J., we running this rap shit
Big Moe, we running this rap shit
3-2, we running this rap shit
Slim Thug, we running this rap shit
Scarface, we running this rap shit
U.G.K., we running this rap shit

[Lil' Flip]
Now you rolling with Slim Thug, cause you done lost your buzz
You ain't shit, so you don't get respect in clubs
I took you to get your license, I paid your bills
And don't you think right now, it's time to change your grill
Don't nobody wear crushed, we wearing princess cuts
And didn't you see the new Vibe, I bet that fucked you up
Scarface said it all, in one paragraph
Now who the Freestyle King, don't make me laugh
Now tell your fans, how you stole raps out my books
Tell your fans, Lil' Flip wrote all your hooks
I'm spectacular, bite your neck like Dracula
Nigga I wrote it, you ungrateful bastard
And you are, so laaaame
You almost thirty, and you still broke in this game
You really from Bogalusa, but you claim you Texas
Tell the truth, you ain't never drive a Lexus
And you are, so laaaame
You might sell more records, if you quit screaming mayn
Your style been whack, so now it's time to retire
I thought I made myself clear, to stop stealing my style
And Lil' Flex, you ain't shit but a hoe
Don't try to be Yungstar, get your own flow
We all know, that Z-Ro go the hardest
We Screwed Up Click, we gon shine regardless

[Hook]
Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit
Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit
R-E double D, we running this rap shit
Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit

[talking]
You fake motherfucking rappers
Yeah we run this rap shit, broke bitch
No rapping ass motherfuckers, that's jealous
Cause young niggaz got y'alls spots bitch
Been another nigga play, Freestyle King forever hoe
Sucka Free run this shit, fake motherfucker
Yeah nigga, y'all thought I was gone bitch
Remember this, don't give a fuck about Flex
We don't give a fuck about E.S.G.
Take a dick to your brain bitch, yeah CEO's for life
Sucka Free run this shit, you old Flex
You and that bitch Den Den, Den Den I thought
You were a CEO bitch, you a CE-Hoe
That's why we see your as at the Impact, broke bitch

 

[fox69]

"Texas Boyz (Screwed & Chopped)"
(feat. Yung Redd)

"Texas Boyz (Screwed & Chopped)"
(feat. Yung Redd)



Howdy partners? Welcome to Houston, Texas
The home of the candy paint, the Houston Oilers
Whoops they're gone and suckafree
Goddammit, get on my V12 motor and vroom, vroom

I like the bling bling of my choppers
I got me a ranch and 4 horse 'cause I'm a baller
I'm a Texas boy, you know what I'm talking about?

Now, what you know about hustlers bumrushing the club doors
Sneaking in with a snub nose and extra drug hoes?1110
Now, what you know about us? We make a grill start grinnin'
Any place we go you know we parkin' lot pimpin'

What you know about rindin' on Bentley bikes
And a chain with no ice is an empty site?
What you know about Texas we spit this slang?
Dirty Southside Redd know how to get this change

What you know about iceberg with snoopy on it?
Check out my driveway, nigga, the Lex coupe be on it
What you know about rappin' and platinum plaques?
Signed a deal ain't nothin' left after that

Now, what you know about whores, yellows and red bones
Especially when they all in your ear like headphones?
What you know about rippin' up the microphone
Or hustlin' 'til them red and blue lights come on?

Now, what you know about thuggin', hanging on street corners?
We watch your every move fittin' to creep up on you
Now, what you know about the South? We do what we do
Take over dope spots and run with a group

Yeah, what you know about them Texas boyz
V12 motors and Lexus toys?
What you know about the dirty South
Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth?

What you know about that candy paint?
We smoke top flight and we drink
What you know about the dirty South?
You a bad motha, shh, boy, shut your mouth

What you know about acting bad, flossin' prowlers?
I got seven DVD's, I'm watchin' 'Austin Powers'
What you know about wearin' Cardier eye glasses?
Diamonds in your face just like eye lashes

And what you know about the Astrodome?
What you know about a Sprint and a Prime Co phone?
What you know about eating fish and gritz?
Can I have some toilet paper 'cause this the shit?

What you know about having a pretty grill
Blue Benz, new fins on pretty wheels?
What you know about the Kappa beach party?
I got a full tank like a Master P artist

What you know about them niggaz in suckafree?
We got Prowlers, Impalas and Lex bubble jeeps
What you know about club connections
Or fightin' a case for drug possession?

What you know about the screwed up click?
I got niggaz mad at me 'cause I blew up quick
What you know about Rolex invisible set?
I got on a big chain but I got a little neck

Yeah, what you know about them Texas boyz
V12 motors and Lexus toys?
What you know about the dirty South
Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth?

What you know about that candy paint?
We smoke top flight and we drink
What you know about the dirty South?
You a bad motha, shh, boy, shut your mouth

 

[fox69]

"The Ghetto"

"The Ghetto"


[Chorus]
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

[Verse 1]
Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)
I got payed in the (ghetto)
alot of gangsta's got made in the (ghetto)
alot of wanksta's got, got in the (ghetto)
got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game
they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
now it's eight years later and I run shit
kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit
and I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg
you owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers
I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin
and I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'

[Chorus]
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

[Verse 2]
My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers
cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble
everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care
shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the (ghetto)
'cause ya'll greedy ass fuck
niggaz don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck
you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood
it's understood that more paper, bring more haters
everybody wanna coach but we need more players
in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces

[Chorus]
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

Something is holdin me back [repeat til the end]

 

[fox69]

"The Souf"
(feat. C-Note, D-Red, Big Shasta)

"The Souf"
(feat. C-Note, D-Red, Big Shasta)



[Talking]
Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn
D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades
Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill
I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn
God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga
Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga
You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga

[Hook: Big Shasta]
What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth
Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house
What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain
Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn
What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it

[Lil' Flip]
You ain't know, I could spit it like this
I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me
I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police
I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish
One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps
Don't run up on me, I wish you would
You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood
From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge
We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid
Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray
I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay
Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me
I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy

[Hook]

[C-Note]
What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out
The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it
I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it
What you know about it
I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels
The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills
Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint
And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think
Blowing shit that niggaz can't, but niggaz still try to copy
I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy
Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em
Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggaz do
So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue

[Hook]

[D-Red]
It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga
You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga
Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy
Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany
I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy
Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy
Just spot up at the club, me and my niggaz is showing love
Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up
Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do'
Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes
Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips
Niggaz only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip
To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy
Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy
We making cash brah, we make it last brah
Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The Way We Ball"

"The Way We Ball"


Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
Ah ha, Houston, Texas (This is the way we ball)
Ah ha (This is the way we ball)
(This is the way we ball)

[Chorus]
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast born but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast born but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)

[Verse One]
I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king
Brand new piece, same byzentine
I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream"
I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green
I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories
I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me
The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring
The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny
But that's another story, let's get back to the topic
Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets
We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it
If you see it and want it, buy it, own it
This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we ball

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows
I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold
I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck
I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts
I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups
I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks
And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game
And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane
And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain
And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain
And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth
And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp
If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert
Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel
Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel
I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell
Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel
Now you see we ball, now you see we rich
I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click
I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes
I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua
So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R
MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"The Way We Ball (Remix)"
(feat. Lil' Ron, Young Redd)

"The Way We Ball (Remix)"
(feat. Lil' Ron, Young Redd)



Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version
You know what (This is the remix y'all)
Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas
Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge
Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball)

[Chorus - 2x]
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades
We Third Coast born but we all sections paid
(This is the way we ball)

[Lil' Flip]
Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs
But this time around, H.S.E. got my back
Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks
My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat)
Cause I can do that, you know we been balling
We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling
My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash
I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash
I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags
With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint
When she touch my car, and if she
Give head, she can't puff my 'gar
But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money
I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money
Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain
And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane

[Chorus - 2x]

[Lil' Ron]
I like this grape now, everyday we ball out
This purple stuff all day, until we all out
We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's
And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon
I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner
Better remember, chain froze up like it's December
Get your mind right, we playas of the decade
We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades

[Young Redd]
Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold
We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow
And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays
This is, grinding and getting paid
And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top
Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart
This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all
This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all

[Chorus - 2x]

[Lil' Flip]
I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp
And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd
Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink
I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink
So how you love that, or do you really hate it
Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes
I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back
I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat
I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk
We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump
And if you ever come to my town just holla
Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas

[Chorus - 2x]

 

[fox69]

"They Don't Know What The Game Is About"
(feat. They Don't Know What The Game Is About)

"They Don't Know What The Game Is About"
(feat. They Don't Know What The Game Is About)



[Talking: Lil' Ron]
Yea...
You betta learn what the game got to offer
Before you try to jump foot first in it
You gotta watch what you do around certain people
Gotta peep yo' surroundings
Watch for snake niggaz, snake bitches
Know what I'm sayin...

[Lil' Ron]
A lot of people got crooked ways
Cuz they was broke and they couldn't really make no pay
I knew a dude that worked at the super market
Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
He stopped by my house and told me he was on his ass
Then he asked, could I afford to front a half
I wasn't worried about him tryna play a nigga
I knew where he stayed, So I go and spray the nigga
I ran in and out and laid down the rules
Made sure he understood everything was cool
After 3 hours he pulled in my drive way
With all my money dog, this musta been a great day
But somethin wasn't right, that was just too quick
I found out this bitch was tryna be slick
This lil trick had a mic taped to his chest
So instead I hit him in the head, not the chest

[Chorus x2: Yung Sears]
They don't know what the game about
Got caught up short
Because you tried to save a drought
The streets is hot
Live with yo' eyes and ears
Mouth closed, on ya toes and you wont get killed nigga

[Big Shasta]
Now see life is a big game, Y'all playin to win
Would you risk ya own life if it meant savin ya friend
Would you be a millionaire if you woulda been savin ya ends
Are you really that real nigga that you claimin you been
Would you still act the same to ya friends
even though you made some change
or have you changed now that you havin things
But I know what, I can promise you this
Man, life is too short and ain't promisin shit
Look, you never know what tomorrow will bring
Thats why I got this mo' wet to drown my sorrows away
Cuz when tomorrow's today and yesterday is last week
Somebody could blast me
For what reason, Don't ask me
Tryna be flashy, but game run out the respect
Show none, and get that chain snatched off ya neck
But hoe ass niggaz do hoe ass shit
and hoes don't get whatever, act like ya know that shit

[Chorus x2]

[Yung Sears]
It's a shame
But who's to blame
You gotta stack yo change
and try ya best to get paid, yea
And if you don't know what the streets'll do
Stay out of harms way cuz it could happen to you
and you and you or me and the rest of my crew
Just handle your business and do what you do
My mama told me that life is hard
Stay focused, thank God and you'll make it far
But through the pain and scars, I seen it all
But one minute you on top and then you stumble and fall

[Chorus x3]

 

[fox69]

"Throw Up Yo' Hood"

"Throw Up Yo' Hood"


Wo0o wo0o this wat i want you to do.
Go to the bar and buy the most expensive drink and pour
It on the nigga you dont like
We came to get it crunk
We came to get drunk
We came to chyll in vip and smoke a couple of blunts
And pull a couple of dimes
And spit a couple of rymes
Ya nigga im fly i got a couple of nines
Im ahead of my time
Imma stay on my grind
Cause most niggas be letting people play with their minds
But not me cause homie dont play that
You see me witha strap cause homie goin spray that
Shyt where your face at
Talking i take that
Talking out the side of your neck dont make me brake that
Slap you slap him
Clap you clap him
Cause i aint got time for all that rastlin
Im just a cool dude
When im in a good mood
But when im pissed off
My attitude is fudked up
Im like a tatoo i never go away
Thats why i ride with a tech and a throw away
[chorus]
Imma playa
Yess imma pimp
Go ahead throw your hood in da air
If yall get money liek we get money
Then let me hear yall scream o0o0o yaaaa

Imma playa
Yess imma pimp
Go ahead throw your hood in da air
If yall ride dubs liek we ride dubs
Then let me hear yall scream o0o0o yaaaa

Throw yo hood up
And tear the club up
While im in the parking lot trying to tear my dubs up
Im cadillac pimpin like the youngbloods
So come to texas and some the best bud
I got wat you want i got wat you need
Cant nobody throw a party like me
So quit your frontin and quit your cappin
Thats why you cats never flippd the platinum

[chorus 2x]
Imma playa
Yess imma pimp
Go ahead throw your hood in da air
If yall get money liek we get money
Then let me hear yall scream o0o0o yaaaa

Imma playa
Yess imma pimp
Go ahead throw your hood in da air
If yall ride dubs liek we ride dubs
Then let me hear yall scream o0o0o yaaaa

 

[fox69]

"Tonight"
(feat. Seville)

"Tonight"
(feat. Seville)



[talking]
Yeah, it's Lil' Flip, Seville
KnowI'msaying, we gone do
This for the girls though huh

[Seville]
You wanna F-L-I-P with S-E-V-I-L-L-E
Flip with Seville tonight - [2x]

[Lil' Flip]
You ain't got to stereotype me because I'm a rapper
Cause after every show I be on another chapter
Not running to them hoes, but I'm running to my do'
Cause when I make money I don't shine, I just glow
If I don't work, then I don't eat
So I'm not tricking cause I'm looking for the treats
And if you play it right girl we could take it far
How bout walking in the park, rolling in my Jaguar

[Chorus: Seville]
You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up
Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight
You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up
Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight

[Lil' Flip]
I wonder if I broke both arms would you right a flow for me
If a girl scratched my car would, you fight a hoe for me
Go out of town and go get the dough for me
If I can't buy weed, would you grow for me
If I go to jail will you come and get me out
If a nigga got tickets, would you go and set it off
I don't know but I'ma find out, that's what I wanna know
Cause I'm looking for a girl, I'm not looking for a hoe
Everyday I got a show, but I don't fuck around
And a nigga making money as soon as I touch the town
I'm a million dollar star, with a million dollar car
We could get in the jacuzzi and blow a cigar
With some hash in it, six car garage with some Jags in it
Nigga got a trunk, and I got ten bags in it
Went to buy some Gucci and some Prada
And niggas know I'm a leader Lil' Flip will never follow, holla

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
I was lying, about taking a walk in the park
But girl I got some weed, where's the lighter let's spark
I'll tell you bout me, you tell me about you
And if you play it right I might start calling you boo
Got to cook for a nigga, write a hook for a nigga
If you say the law's coming, then look for a nigga
Cause a nigga need a gal, who's a ride or die chick
Excuse my french, I need a ride or die bitch

[Seville]
All I want to do is come, inside
Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright
Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight
I like, I like, I like
All I want to do is come, inside
Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright
Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight

I liiiike, the waaaaaay you feel, tonight - [2x]