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Lil Flip Lyrics Burbanz & Lacz Lyrics

[Lil Flip]
Rest in peace Big Mello we gon miss you nigga
Man I done lost so many homies I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures me and all of my niggaz
In three years I plan to have stacks like Jigga
Aw naw hell naw man yall done up and done it
We chiefing like everyday smoking bluebonic chronic
I did it I done it this rap beef you know who won it
Im five million worldwide I got mo money
Europe paid me eighty Gs for a hour show
And any nigga would be a damn fool not to go
You rap about Amsterdam nigga I really been
And over there you could get ten blunts for ten
I smoke over and over again God forgive me
Cause Im a young thug with tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand dolla Benz with my name on my rims
And when I pull up hoes be like I know thats him

Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy sometime I flip in a Fleetwood
You know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes that fill the feet good
Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid or the limousine tint over 83s and fresh meat
Garunteed to squeeze when enemies test me Ima empty the clip and reload again
Aint got no gal aint got no friends only thing I give a damn about is my ends
I wish Screw-Zoo was alive so I could watch him make another Dub again
Im mad at the world f*ck love again cause my so called partnas think Im capping
Bitch Ive earned the right to live the good life yall know how long Ive been rapping

[Hook - 2x]
We ride Burbans and Lacs black yellow or blue
Thats the only way we ride chopping blades like Screw
Im the King of the Clover Z-Ro the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money (where Im from)

[Lil Flip]
You know Im thinking of a master plan
I got chrome fans on my promotional van
Im the new Liberraci look at how this shit got me
I f*ck with D-Block and the Dip Set posse
My spinners dont stop yall rappers dont shop
Cause your jeweler told me you be wearing fake rocks
And if I catch you in my hood homie you cant leave
Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous man they cant breathe
I got a trick up my sleeve dont ever pick up my weed
And I dont tell my hoes bye I f*ck em get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws I gotta switch up my speed
Cause my spider on the highway doing 153

[Hook - 2x]

Every morning I wake up and give my praises to God
Just for letting me see another sunrise cause sometime making it through the night is hard
Living in a place where cheering kills cheering and police be the civilian
Lord Ive been calling you so long I wonder if you even hear me
Even though I can call a whole heep a burdans I know theres a bunch of blessings as well
I remember when I had to sleep on benches straight rob motherf*ckers and leap over fences
In a single bound I wish my mama could see me now
Aint no detectives trying to see me now with no rival gangs trying to beat me down
Its MTV and BET now and aint no mo regular weed aint nothing but the best herb
With a grandaddy size cup of codiene straight eight over ice nigga yes sir
Im leaning like I need a V8 representing for the 3rd Coast
Look respect the South and we gon see straight see straight

[Hook - 2x]

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