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lord you know - lil' flip lyrics

[verse 1: lil’ flip]
most n*ggas in my hood catch cases like passes
havin’ dreams of eatin’ caviar and champagne glasses
they claim you pop when you appeal to the masses
let me scan 10, i’m like kiss all asses
n0body gave me sh*t, but they made me spit
i’m never full because being hungry made me rich
and life’s a b*tch but i don’t feel that way
and hatin’ on another n*gga i can’t live that way (uh*uh)
i rather help a n*gga (help a n*gga)
instead of hurt a n*gga (hurt a n*gga)
i f*ck with young buck and my dog murda, n*gga
i met cam at the vma’s
we blew haze, hit the studio and 3 tracks laid
no money exchange just daps and hugs (daps and hugs)
me and jim jones rollin’ with straps to clubs (buck, buck, buck)
clover gs and byrd gang, i hope you gettin’ the picture
lucky nights and sizzurp, i hope you drinkin’ out liquor (n*gga)
we make this rap money last, what you think we ’bout? (’bout)
don’t go buy a rolls royce before you buy a house (stupid)
i make them chicks give me head then we kick ’em out
i’m a hustler, i was known for movin’ bricks in a drought
but i every time i spit it can’t be about crack
cause kids hear my music and wanna live like that (n*gga)
i’m lil’ flip, i’m from the dirty, n*gga
down here we move them birdies, n*gga
[chorus: [?] & lil’ flip]
my lord you know
how hard i try, i try to make change
my lord you know
how hard i try, i try to make change (yea, one, two, three, n*gga)

[verse 2: lil’ flip]
look at my wirst it’s a rocky muhf*cker
way before this rap sh*t i been a c*cky muhf*cker
i touch you with that calico and puff a lil cali dro
n*gga, i’m a g, you a f*ckin’ scary ho
my n*ggas put in work (put in work)
your n*ggas like b*tchin’ just in case it’s real dark, yeah, i got that night vision
i split ’em and bust ’em, i break ’em and crush ’em
the police ridin’ on my tail, i’ma shake ’em and dust ’em
i can’t get locked up, i gotta feed the fam (feed the fam)
hit me on my blackberry when you need a gram (holla)
i f*ck with k!lla cam (k!lla cam)
i f*ck with kay slay ’cause he the first dj to put me on his mixtape (in the east)
in the club i get it poppin’ like no other (no other)
better yet i get it poppin’ like a torn rubber
i never love ’em, i f*ck ’em, i never call ’em, we through
that b*tch stomach stick out farther than her booty do

[outro: lil’ flip]
hahaha
holla at your boy, n*gga
big [?]
ay we just got back from overseas, n*gga
it was lovely
now we back, n*gga
ay [?] tell these n*ggas get they money up, man
ya’ll n*ggas ain’t buyin’, what we buyin’, man, we buyin’ f*ckin’ guns, man, more guns, n*ggas want war
you’ll get your f*ckin’ shirt torn, we gon’ peel your muhf*ckin’ door
n*gga we don’t smoke to get high, we smoke to maintain
n*gga, get your money, get out the f*ckin’ crack game ’cause i love this rap sh*t, n*gga

- lil flip lyrics

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