my block I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block I hang on my block, they know my name on my block
you on my block I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block I hang on my block, they know my name on
I go by the name Lil Flip (that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah [Lil Flip] (on my block), them niggas jamming Flip
Fordítás: Lil 'Flip. My Block.
go by the name Lil Flip (that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah [Lil Flip] (on my block), them niggas jamming Flip
G's with my words 'cause it earn dough Who would've known Lil' Flip'll scan five mil' And then be forced to take a break for two years? But the block
why niggaz wanna twist my shit, flip my wig Attempt to murder me like Tommy Gibbs Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor Drill holes in my pocket
standards and only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat I aint superstitious I make all these broads flip my
Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars Back on my block, nigga, gun up in my hand Money out
for my family, my label and my set It's Young Money til my day the death, tell the rest to take a rest Theral breaded and blessed, my grime stressed Sometimes
of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate [Verse 3: Lil
I gave her to da block, I fucked one time. We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey, Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray. Love my handgun but my
her to da block, I fucked 1 time We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray Love my handgun but my choppa
can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit
buckshot blow The bone in me never no ho, So no creepin' up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than
nuttin' wit' it Straight from the oven wit' it, came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth, for
Lil' Flip, Lil' Flip I'm hoppin' out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe I got hoes that's 22, they buy me clothes and tennis shoes I'm so