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
rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o $hort It all started back when C and H Went to T, B, tryin' to playa hate I flipped a brand new Lexus, 93
swingers and runners Are you ready? Jump, jump, jump double dutch Jump, jump, jump, freestyle Jump, jump, jump double dutch Jump, jump, jump, freestyle
for my stidile I send a nigga, baby mamma home with a smidile You can have the bitch, nigga, I ain't sentimental I smoke weed and freestyle over an instrumental
ball) And we ridin' blades, Jags and Escalades We third coast boys but we always gettin' paid (This is the way we ball) I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle
me We had a relationship like Lil Wayne an' Baby The day you gave me the plaque, sayin' 'Screwed Up Click' The Freestyle King forever is Little Flip
blades, Jags and Escalades We third coast boys but we always gettin paid (This is the way we ball) [Verse One] I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle
I'm just a fresh MC (the Freestyle King-King) Can't nobody, outshine me My piece bling-blind, they bling (the Freestyle King-King) [Lil' Flip] I did
mic down, say man hold up (repeat) verse: souf side still holdin im in a expedition with a sign on the back that say lets go fishin im Lil Flip, the freestyle
Lil' Josh - Jump Rope swingers and runners, Are you ready? Jump jump jump Double dutch jump Jump jump jump Freestyle jump Jump Jump jump Jump in just
Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer Scrooge, still look good without ruge My lipstick, lil
T. Clarence, hopped in the Hummer Where is Lil' Walty, where is the Hummer Back on a mission, Expedition flipping You stacked up some cash, don't stop keep flipping
(Freestyle) D.E.V- I.N, tryin, my luck, tryin to see what I can do see what I can come up with. Shits in my head, eyes red I'm high. The weed I have is
that beach we gone drop it I aint gonna even play Im thinkin the MLK I might just flip a four get crazed tip tangeray or be on the flip phone these hoes
tryin to save a dog Second Verse: Man I put it down I aint tryin to trip but I talk shit in the syrup I'ma sip peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
hit skins The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard More four-five, motherfucker die My crew is live and real with a street deal Automatic causin' havoc when I hit I flip