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Lil' Flip
Lil' Flip

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Tonalità: Eb major
Verse 1
F
Hey nigga we have to do,
so how many people you got with you?
I got like 15 niggas with me
Fm
F
Hey you know my name right? Yeah
Fm
So why the fuck am I waiting in this line?
F
club policy
Fm
Ab
Ay, I know you heard we
F
got a show tonight
Fm
We bout to pull a couple hoes tonight
Aight
F
You gotta be 18 and up 21
if you on the cup
Let's go
C
Ay, mic check 1 -2 -1 -2
Ab
Fm
C
Y 'all niggas don't know about DJ Screw
F
Y 'all niggas ain't built for this
You fuckboys ain't got no hits
C
Fm
F
I do this for the niggas on the block
With a sock full of rocks,
Db
F
keep your hand on your Glock
I'm like Pac, I'm a thug for real
Don't make me fuck
around and cut your heel
So tell the club owner,
I need eight bottles
I need five suites, I need eight models
I need one room with no cops, dawg
You smell that? Look what I got, dawg
Sour diesel, jeans of Beasle
Fm
F
Old car, new desert eagle
It ain't illegal, cause I got a license
Play with my friend and we fightin'
Fm
Yeah, I know you niggas mad
F
cause I'm back again
Fm
F
And I got the baby pose on my lap again
And I got them dirty hoes
on my dick again
I'm still reppin' for the school
dutch clique again
To my fans,
I ain't mean to keep y 'all waitin'
But half of these DJs keep on hatin'
So they don't wanna play my shit
So I'm back doin' this same shit
C
Six minutes, lil' flip, you're on
F
C
Ab
I'm bout to do a show, two hours long
F
I'm about to roll up an L and get gone,
and I blow up the Jones
Ab
Let's go!
C
Zero in the back with a bag of kush,
F
and these rap niggas hoes
Say they had to dutch,
800k on my neck,
say they had to look
Ab
I'm a G but I ain't no crook, let's go
C
Who the fuck go stop,
now God I catch you then pop your bra
Fm
F
Okay! You niggas better show respect
before I show you the tech
Ab
Ladies and gen tlemen!
C
Yeah I'm back like cooked up crack,
the rap things don't know how to act
Db
F
You know, if they lie, listen,
that's when I drop
You know the king won't block, ayy
Ab
Fm
Db
Ayy, I know you're just mad
F
cause I'm back again
Fm
F
And I got the baby pose on my lap again
And I got them dirty hoes
on my dick again
I'm still reppin' for the
school dutch clique again
So I'm sayin', I ain't mean to
keep y 'all waitin'
But half of these DJs keep on hatin'
So they don't wanna play my shit
So I'm back doin' this same shit
You know
Fm
F
Yeah I'm getting this very old shit,
you know a lot of this money
is new money too man,
Ab
F
new 50 dollar bills man, god damn,
I really think I got all the new 50 dollar bills,
Fm
F
I swear to god,
niggas got paper cuts and shit,
you what mean, how bout me,
Ab
F
I like machines, I like money,
niggas got paper cuts and shit,
count all this motherfucking money man,
I'm the motherfucking freestyle king,
I'm the king of the ghetto nigga,
Ab
you know
F
I'm the king when it come to ringtones,
nigga,
I'm in 5 million ringtones
Fm
The king of grills,
F
I was the first nigga
with a platinum grill, nigga
Do your motherfuckin' research,
Ab
F
look at me up there, nigga
What else?
The king of leftists,
got my own liquor
And I'm the youngest nigga
Fm
with his own liquor
F
So congratulate me on that
What else, what else?
Bbm
I direct my own videos,
F
I'm the king of, you know,
directors when it come to rappers
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fm
F
Check my resume
Ab
F
What else, man?
Hey, wait till y 'all niggas see this new chain,
dawg.
Straight the fuck up, man.
For real. No, for real.
Wait till you see it.

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