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(featuring Pimpin' Ken)
Lil' Flip - talking
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Reality check
I ain't hear to, sing to ya
Ring a ring to ya
b*tch please (b*tch please)
b*tch please, lick these!
You tease
Sucka free
Lil' Flip
b*tch please, you don't need to miss me
Cuz when I come around you don't even kiss me
But it's coo (it's coo), I ain't a foo (ain't a foo)
It's twelve thirty, how the fk you at schoo
b*tch please, I'm about to leave
Cuz I, got another trick up my sleeve
Be gone I don't need you no mo
Cuz you ain't s**t but a dirty as* hoe
b*tch please, you wearin' ya friends clothes
Broke, smokin' my indo
Tryin', to stay in my fkin' house (get the fk out)
b*tch, quit, runnin ya mouth
b*tch please, I don't like ya ass
If ya go to jail, hoe I won't write ya ass
I won't lick ya ass, I'll jus stick ya ass
Treat ya like a bug n i'll pick ya ass
b*tch please, then I'm jumpin' in my lambo (lambo)
Got a gun call me rambo
Don't give a d*mn I got more ammo
Lil Ron, that's my fammo
Pimpin' Ken
b*tch Please, you can't understand
I'm the thug type dude, I don't hold no hands
What you talkin' bout you wanna be my wife
b*tch, you gave the nigg* head on the first night
That ain't right, b*tch please
Ya listnin to ya friends
Tryna go through the mall and hit me from my ends
Tryna roll my benz, I can't let that happen
That's why a nigg*, keep on rappin'
b*tch Please, I don't fk wit u
You a busta type b*tch, runnin wit ya crew
Everythang ain't all good, when ya in the place
Ya make a nigg* wanna put a punch to ya face
Lil' Flip
b*tch please, I don't play that s**t
When you talkin' wit ya girls, don't say that s**t
That I be doin, or who I be fkin'
Cuz I'm gonna come, and give yo as* a concussion
What the fk was you thinkin?
Jus because I got a benz, that I don't have a lincoln?
What the fk was you doin?
Why the fk, why you playin wit me, what you persuin?
I know you wanna come to a nigg* house (house)
You on ya period, then put it in ya mouth
Like jigga said, fk what a nigg* said
Don't fk wit him, Lil' Flip got bigga bread
I got money, and I got that s**t for safe
Got a muth* fkin ring and a nice face
Won't catch a case, I gotta good lawyer
Cuz when you knock a nigg* out, errybody saw ya
fk that, I got a gun nigg* b*tch please
Got more jewlery than Mista T
I'm like Mister freeze, lookin' at my watch (why)
s**t tac toe, I got the clover on the top (nigg*)
I'm in the block (block), I'm in the drop (drop)
know the cops, runnin' in the spot (spot)
If ya, too hot (hot) tryna be too fast
Yea I don't sell drugs so don't ever ask me
Don't put s**t past me, Imma have to get who blast me
I ain't trippin' on these , I ain't slippin' on these
Imma pull off my belt, and give a whippin' to these
Lil' Flip - talking
Haha, Lil' Flip
b*tch please
This how we do it (this how we do it)
b*tch please, b*tch please, b*tch please