| Got to do something for the playas
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| If you ain’t a real playa, you’ll have to
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| Go to the back of the club
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| This for the playas and the ballas (ballas)
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| And the pimps, for everybody (Southside)
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| Who rocking lots of ice, teeth shine
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| Piece shine, pull up looking clean
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| On two 20's nigga
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| Put your fist up
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| If you wearing a rolex put your wrist up
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| Grab your styrofoam cups of drink mixed up
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| If your car broke down get it fixed up
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| Playas put your fist up, let your piece shine
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| If you got diamonds in your grill let your teeth shine
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| And when we at the club we be creased down
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| You ain’t never seen no playa like me huh
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| Don’t ball with Sucka Free huh
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| I just put some new rugs in my two story club
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| Hoes getting dug in my king size tub
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| Boys getting drugged, trying to act like a thug
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| No fucking love while I sip purple mud
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| I fly like a dove, smoke like a champ
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| Never run from no one cause I might catch a cramp
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| Smoking damp, fucking on a old school tramp
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| Ten dollar rock for a twenty food stamp
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| My name is Carlos holla fuck these hoes
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| Life is like ballet stay on your toes
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| My dream is to keep the world up all night
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| Cause I got enough caine to have a snowball fight
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| I floss gators, got cribs with elevators
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| So much cash I bought a pool for my neighbors
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| Dopehouse and Sucka Free, run your ass up a tree
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| Fuck with me, and you’ll be keeping dad company
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| When I walk into the club people say (where he go)
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| But when I open up my mouth they be like (there he go)
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| When Redd sliding through the club I’m throwing my elbows
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| Any girl I snag, she sticking like velcrow
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| And when I take my watch off, they say (who cut the lights off)
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| And I can freestyle all night until they cut the mics off
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| As soon as I touch the stage, broads ain’t paging they man
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| Instead they spilling liquor, waving they hands
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| Well I’m a valet parker and a endo sparker
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| So many waves in my hair I got to wear swimming goggles
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| Now we ready to buy the bar tossing shit the counter
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| People notice my name and run over the?
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| Now when you see me in the club I’m dressed top of the line
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| I’m mixing up codeine and popping bottles of wine
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| I met a chickenhead from Michigan showing her tattoo
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| Hit it off at the bar too let’s scram so we could car pool
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| Hey, this for my Blacks, Asians, Chinese and Caucasians
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| Muslims, Irish and even Jamaicans
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| Hispanics, Indians, throw your sets up
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| And all the fine women, raise your dress up
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| Hold up your piece if you got ice in it
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| And put your white cups up if you got pink sprite in it
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| You might see me at the bar but I don’t drink that much
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| I just bought an Escallade and I’m gone paint that truck
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| I got three million in the bank, but it ain’t that much
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| Now when I look at magazines I say ain’t that us
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| I’m in the VIP section, wearing a black dob
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| I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain’t Black Rob
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| Fans screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club
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| My nigga Fuzz always greet me with a blunt and a hug
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| When Sucka Free in the club women lose they brains
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| If I need ice in my cup, then I use my chain, bling bling |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put Yo Fist Up , by - Lil' Flip. Song from the album The Leprechaun, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп