[Lil Flip:]
Hey pimpin (hey pimpin)
Them diamonds you wearin (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They aint real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa haha
Im baaacckk
[Hook:]
Im a fly boy
Im a Im a fly boy
Im a fly boy
Im a Im a fly boy
Im a fly boy
Im a Im a fly boy
Save all the talkin cause you blowin my high boy (Aye aye aye)
[Verse 1:]
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes bitch you know its Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5s I dont have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
Im gettin head like Shawna while droppin a beat
Im supplyin the streets it aint no denyin a G (nope)
Look Im the first one (with what?) with platinum on his teeth cause
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud with us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po nigga I dare any one of yall to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
Ill be grindin til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip bigger than the ones thats in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or Flipperachi call me anythin but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
Im the number one fly boy you peepin out my chain (bling!)
Im at the strip club makin hundreds rain cause
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
Yo my Chevy ridin high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18s got me soundin like a quire boy haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump I slowed your broad down and beat it up haha
So dont be playin with a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market let me park it
Cause I dont trust valet with my keys
Lets make a bet for 50 large who flyer than me? nobody
[Hook]
Hey pimpin (hey pimpin)
Them diamonds you wearin (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They aint real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa haha
Im baaacckk
[Hook:]
Im a fly boy
Im a Im a fly boy
Im a fly boy
Im a Im a fly boy
Im a fly boy
Im a Im a fly boy
Save all the talkin cause you blowin my high boy (Aye aye aye)
[Verse 1:]
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes bitch you know its Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5s I dont have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
Im gettin head like Shawna while droppin a beat
Im supplyin the streets it aint no denyin a G (nope)
Look Im the first one (with what?) with platinum on his teeth cause
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud with us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po nigga I dare any one of yall to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
Ill be grindin til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip bigger than the ones thats in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or Flipperachi call me anythin but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
Im the number one fly boy you peepin out my chain (bling!)
Im at the strip club makin hundreds rain cause
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
Yo my Chevy ridin high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18s got me soundin like a quire boy haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump I slowed your broad down and beat it up haha
So dont be playin with a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market let me park it
Cause I dont trust valet with my keys
Lets make a bet for 50 large who flyer than me? nobody
[Hook]
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