the long arm silver Fuck the long arm of the law he's strong arm sckrilla Flip the killer, we flip the killer That's it killer flip, you flip the kill
pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat. Not the lyrics to "AIN'T NO PARTY" ?, Please report that below. Let's go down. Wash that sugar down. You gotta
chop we use jewelry and stage props We hate cops 'cause everyday we get stopped For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me You try to jack me
don't fuck with you Ya'll don't smoke dro, and ya'll don't drank lean Bananna scare face and the Underground king Now you hear me (Oooh!), now you feel me
it man, Lil' Flipper underground legend You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me I ain't fuck off my budget you gotta feel me haa haa Yeah y'all buyin' them
I'm ridin' down the street I still feel like I'm hustlin' why? 'Cuz I'm raw with these beats You can put me on a plane or put me on a train 'Cuz no matter
East, I'm connected on the West I ain't sayin' I'm the best but I feel like I'm blessed I got thirty on my neck and twenty in my mouth But if I feel
want Flip, Flip, Flip Game over Flip, Flip, Flip Now who they want Flip, Flip, Flip Game over Flip, Flip, Flip Now who they want Flip, Flip, Flip Game
It was all a dream We finally made it From point A to point B And we came from Rags 2 riches (What?) Rags 2 riches (What?) Me and Will Lean came up from
Yeeah (Ooh baby) Lil' Flipper (Ooh baby) My girl Lea Sunshine, I can call you my baby boy You can call me your baby girl Maybe we can spend some time
relieve my stress Just imagine, everyday I gotta wear my vest I gotta watch my back 'cause niggaz plottin' a jack When you see these movin' like crack, you feel
of nines I'm ahead of my time 'cause I stay on my grind 'Cause most niggaz be lettin' hoes play with they mind But not me 'cause homey don't play that You see me
me fill up da club I get nuthin but love i ride nuttin but dubs You steady talkin' dat shit butchu wont box me wit gloves Dont make me fuck up ya mug
Max with the regular laces In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city Something is holdin' me back Something is holdin' me back Something is holdin' me
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? (Lil' flip) Yeah, what? Yeah, what? (David banner, three six mafia) Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? (Houston,
' at its finest, man, yeah Let it bang, I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man You know Mr. 'Like A Pimp' I'm in here wit my dog, Butch Cassidy, check me
and bang your chick, nigga One time for all my ladies, two times for all my thugs If you wearin' a fake jacob you know you a scrub You gotta step it
