Lil' Flip
Lil' Flip - We Got It songtekst
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Whoooaaaaa I'm the streets What you know 'bout it? We got what you need man [Hook:] You want that cocaine? We got it You want that heroin? We got it Cause I'm a thug T-H-U-G Cause I'm a thug T-H-U-G Look I'm a thug T-H-U-G I said all of the above [Verse:] I'm spectacular, I bite your neck like dracula I'm flippin' in my Acura Cause Flip still a bachelor I'm smokin' on tarantula Flip a key just like the spatula Got a bitch by the name of Pamela With a cousin named Tamara She posin' for my camera Cause she know a nigga a star She know I'm the type to buy the club Nigga fuck tryin' to buy the fuckin' bar That's who we are, aye In the streets niggas act like they your friend but them nigga is your enemy They just come around to smoke your weed and drink your hennesy (I ain't no hoe) I ain't never been a nigga that would run from a muthafuckin' fight I'm the nigga that run to the fight I'm the nigga with the muthafuckin' calico cocked with a light One to the head, one to the back Kill a nigga just like that over one stack Cause my niggas gangstas ya niggas wankstas and we'll kill 'em, thank you I don't give a damn 'bout you or ya muthafuckin' crew Tell me what you what the fuck you wanna do If the nigga wanna box we'll box After that we box and put ya niggas in a muthafuckin' box I been callin' the shots A lot of niggas get in the game and get a lil' fame Sell a couple of ringtones think they bosses Tell a nigga to come to my hood and my niggas take they crosses Whatyouknow 'bout comin' up in the hood sellin' keys tryin' to get out Whatyouknow 'bout try to rob another nigga just come it's a muthafuckin' drop Yeah nigga I live it, yeah nigga whatever I say is real I don't just make words rhyme Muthafucka I was really sellin' that Really sellin' them nine's, sellin' them blocks, sellin' them k's Gotta get the block, gotta move a mill, gotta move 'em out Gotta watch out for the muthafuckin' cops Undercovers will get ya, put ya behind a cell like in jail can't get no mail Gotta put ya bitch on the ground But she can't watch the muthafuckin' trap all the time (damn) So what you gon' do hustler? You a king pin How much cocaine nigga you bring in? I hear ya records and ya records sound real nice Except I'm not you nigga, I don't write I'm on some other shit, some shit you ain't known I spit metaphors, I spit homophones Embedded chromosomes, check my DNA I'm always winnin' first place in a relay I'm a marathon runner, nigga you a sprinter I'm a green label Bentley dropper you a rental I'm a sinner, I sin again but I repented Sin after I do it, cause I went through it I'm true to it, the streets, fuck the beef Cause if I'm still walkin' around nigga it ain't no beef Go to police, but nigga they can't help ya Cause just like some muthafuckin' wax the K will melt ya Put ya kids in a shelter cause daddy was a dickhead All you had to do was come on time with Lil' Flip's bread But when these niggas play with me, I don't lose my temper I use my pistol, then spit on instrumentals It's critical, I'm the type of nigga that'll get at you Get rid of you, hell yeah nigga now you miserable Will kill 'til you lose, he don't pay no dues If you play by the rules, homeboy them keys will get move But if you hate on a nigga like me cause a nigga like me I got respect Cause a nigga like me in a G-5 jet, hand on my muthafuckin' 'tec Reppin' my set, Cloverland Ain't no holdin' hands cause I'm a muthafuckin' pimp Still eat shrimp, still get head from ya bitch on the first attempt Never been a wimp, always been a fighter Gimme the lighter cause I got the fire These hoe ass producers in the game never wanna sign work for hires Grab the plyers, got pullin' they teeth Grab the plyers, got pullin' they piece Gotta let a nigga know don't play with Flip, cause he a muthafuckin' don fo' sure Oh no you ain't know hoe, I got niggas in 3rd Ward that'll put a pistol to ya I got niggas in Iraq that'll send a missile to ya Real ass nigga I'm a trill ass nigga don't play no games with lames Got a whole bunch of money got a whole bunch of change I can put a lil' on ya brain For a stack, I can get ya whacked For two I can get two For three I can get the whole family we'll spray at ya randomly It's a casualty, yeah nigga don't battle me Cause a nigga gettin' money like Master P I rather be livin' so lavishly, I got ya bitch home back with me On my jet ski, Wayne Gretzky say he got ice Lil' Flip got a whole bunch of ice, got a whole bunch of Nikes Got a whole bunch of hoes yeah a whole bunch of dykes nigga you can get one Gimme a g, gimme a beat, I'll show ya how to have some fun I'll show ya how to bust a gun, I'll show ya how to turn from a soldier to a don Don Ron these niggas hate us, they hate to congratulate These niggas get behind ya and hate, well they rather late Cause my success has been happening for 12 years Almost 13, close the curtains I'm in that Maybach, that shit ya always see That shit ya never had, I'm in there blowin' weed It came with a refrigerator, I'm watchin' "The Terminator" That nigga the governor, haaaa, nigga I'm lovin' the Hustle the way that I grind, I can get on any plane I can spit a freestyle and leave it on any grain Anybody complains that means they ain't a grinder You can put up your rolex my breitling watch it blind ya 25 karats on my muthafuckin' grill Yes I pay the cost to be the boss You see the cross, nigga it's all frost Where you been nigga? I'm number 1 Cloverland southside of H-Town that's where I'm comin' from Still pack my 'tomic gun, still packin' the calico Still go to war for my niggas just like we at the Alamo, ploooww! Hit the ground you see me bussin' Nigga cause when I'm comin' repercussions ain't nothin' I, empty the drum I'll, empty in one 2 to his face, murder was the case Leave the cops on the high speed chase, I'm a getaway Cause I got 'Diplomatic Immunity' just like Jim and Cam', and Juelz Oh yeah you see my je-wels? Haha I made the song 'Spinners' So I, got to ride the ride on chrome spinners Play with me now, cause I got the fuckin' cake with me now Yessir, the baddest bitches say they wanna stay for me now But pray for me now, I'm hustlin' on the edge One slip, and I can get caught up by the feds For one flip, I can get make a whole lotta bread I ridin' for Gudda and the Dream Team until I'm dead [Hook]