Cap-1, Young Dolph, OJ da Juiceman - Flippa lyrics
[Cap-1, Young Dolph, OJ da Juiceman - Flippa lyrics]
Flippa
Pack touch down I'ma flip it
Whip without the chip, I'ma flip it
Birds 33, Scottie Pippen
Your girlfriend a goer, she a flippa
Pack touch down I'ma flip it
Got that whip without the chip, I'ma flip it
And I still treatin' these
Bitches some strippers
And I'm still treatin' these
Bitches like a stripper
And them birds 33, Scottie Pippen
I still treat my bitches like a stripper
She bust me down with dome then I tip her
(and what?)
If she don't like me, she don't like niggas
Don't letcha girl come 'round me
I might hit her
Black Versace pants, gold zippers
Your main girl a goer, she a flippa
And I don't love these, I don't kiss 'em
I'm throwing out them zones like a pitcher
It's 30 shot, to help you get the picture
A hundred pounds of mid
Just sent them the picture
Got every chain on like, nigga, fuck it
Just sold a brick right out
The parking lot at Publix
Birds for 33, like I'm Scottie Pippen
Catch me in the kitchen
Straight drop chickens
House on the lake, but I'm still fishin'
Nail-shop trap, fishscale city
Trying to dodge prison
Trying to see a million
But at the same time, trying to make a living
'Round these nigga turtles
They rats like Master Splinter
Counting all this lumber got
Me with a splinter headed to the Crest
With bricks in a Sprinter
Ballin' all summer, trapping all winter
Plus I keep more chickens
Church's & Mrs winner's
And your girl dog? (Ayyyyyyye) She a flippa!
My bitch got a fat ass
Something like a stripper
If you on a paper route
Then you something like me, nigga
Dope boy with a dope flow
Bitch I'm a dope dealer
Yeah, I love my bitch, but
I'll still fuck yo ho, nigga
Sold your brother a pound and had
A threesome with your sister
Fronted my nigga a 20 pack
And told him Merry Christmas
I'm full of that sizzurp and your
Bitch gone on that liquor
I had her goin crazy say she
Feel it in her liver
Spent a hundred bands on designer and pistols
They hatin' but I don't give a fuck
'cuz they ain't fuckin' with us
In the middle of the gutter with
The killers and the dealers
That's that Paper Route Empire
You get the picture
Pack touch down I'ma flip it
Whip without the chip, I'ma flip it
Birds 33, Scottie Pippen
Your girlfriend a goer, she a flippa
Pack touch down I'ma flip it
Got that whip without the chip, I'ma flip it
And I still treatin' these
Bitches some strippers
And I'm still treatin' these
Bitches like a stripper
And them birds 33, Scottie Pippen
I still treat my bitches like a stripper
She bust me down with dome then I tip her
(and what?)
If she don't like me, she don't like niggas
Don't letcha girl come 'round me
I might hit her
Black Versace pants, gold zippers
Your main girl a goer, she a flippa
And I don't love these, I don't kiss 'em
I'm throwing out them zones like a pitcher
It's 30 shot, to help you get the picture
A hundred pounds of mid
Just sent them the picture
Got every chain on like, nigga, fuck it
Just sold a brick right out
The parking lot at Publix
Birds for 33, like I'm Scottie Pippen
Catch me in the kitchen
Straight drop chickens
House on the lake, but I'm still fishin'
Nail-shop trap, fishscale city
Trying to dodge prison
Trying to see a million
But at the same time, trying to make a living
'Round these nigga turtles
They rats like Master Splinter
Counting all this lumber got
Me with a splinter headed to the Crest
With bricks in a Sprinter
Ballin' all summer, trapping all winter
Plus I keep more chickens
Church's & Mrs winner's
And your girl dog? (Ayyyyyyye) She a flippa!
My bitch got a fat ass
Something like a stripper
If you on a paper route
Then you something like me, nigga
Dope boy with a dope flow
Bitch I'm a dope dealer
Yeah, I love my bitch, but
I'll still fuck yo ho, nigga
Sold your brother a pound and had
A threesome with your sister
Fronted my nigga a 20 pack
And told him Merry Christmas
I'm full of that sizzurp and your
Bitch gone on that liquor
I had her goin crazy say she
Feel it in her liver
Spent a hundred bands on designer and pistols
They hatin' but I don't give a fuck
'cuz they ain't fuckin' with us
In the middle of the gutter with
The killers and the dealers
That's that Paper Route Empire
You get the picture