Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flip, artist - Cootie. Date of issue: 11.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flip |
| One flip two flip three flip five |
| It’s a whole lotta Ps in here and |
| All them bitches mine |
| Got a habit fell in love with wocky |
| Sip it like it’s wine (sip it) |
| Imma real trapstar feel like Gucci in 09 |
| One flip two flip three flip five |
| It’s a whole lotta Ps in here and |
| All them bitches mine |
| Got a habit fell in love with wocky |
| Sip it like it’s wine (sip it) |
| See that look up in my eyes I feel like this all the time |
| Overdose I’m dropped from head to toe |
| This come from serving bows |
| My cartel come from Mexico (damn) |
| We gt em in and sell em whol (let goo) |
| Moving weight like Pablo |
| But serving Js like come n go (damn) |
| Ah meet u at the corner Sto (yeah) |
| Or take risk and hit the road (let goo) |
| Money cars clothes & bows |
| Kno that’s jus how Cootie rollI done ran thru plenty homes |
| And hoes but now I’m on the road (we is) |
| Gucci shoes designer stores sauced up f***ing model h*** |
| Wrist and neck on froze I got clientele from cross the globe |
| Trapped out like the 80s |
| Bitches on me like I made it |
| Hood rich before I signed a deal |
| Before I joined a label I been serving so much white girl |
| They probably think I racial |
| Put on gloves before I touch it |
| Well connected like I’m cable |
| One flip two flip three flip five |
| It’s a whole lotta Ps in here and |
| All them bitches mine |
| Got a habit fell in love with wocky |
| Sip it like it’s wine (sip it) |
| Imma real trapstar feel like Gucci in 09 |
| One flip two flip three flip five |
| It’s a whole lotta Ps in here and |
| All them bitches mine |
| Got a habit fell in love with wocky |
| Sip it like it’s wine (sip it) |
| See that look up in my eyes I feel like this all the time |
| Pushing weight like planet fitness |
| Get em in and move em quickly |
| I’m the one that flood the city wit it |
| Make the city chilly |
| Prices low I’m trapping hard |
| They prolly think ah nigga silly |
| How he get em cross the broader |
| All in order nothing missing |
| Trapping trapping trapping |
| This shit here became a habit |
| These lil niggas out here capping |
| Like they having but they average |
| Came from nothing I’m that youngin |
| I remember being abandon (damn) |
| Told myself that I’m a man |
| And all the business imma handle it (Sosa) |
| Now it’s one rack two racks three racks |
| Four I was wrestling with a O before I ever |
| Touched a bow |
| Now I get em by the dozen what you want |
| At 24 (Kobe) |
| I was broke now I’m up |
| And I can buy a nigga h** |
| One flip two flip three flip five |
| It’s a whole lotta Ps in here and |
| All them bitches mine |
| Got a habit fell in love with wocky |
| Sip it like it’s wine (sip it) |
| Imma real trapstar feel like Gucci in 09 |