| I bet you flip flop
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| Flip flippidy flop
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| So keep ya lip locked
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| Or my clip clippidy pop
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| Ya time runnin out like tic toc
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| What’s a cap to a big shot
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| Stay in ya lane or I’m on ya bumper like gridlock
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| This ain’t the race, this a pit stop
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| So let me say this off da tip-top
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| Ima white boy that pulls strings
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| So you already know the kid rock
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| Hold on, let me lick a shot
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| That a solve his liquor and his weed problem
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| Cuz the left might leave em drunk
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| But the right hand it’ll detox him
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| I hope you ain’t planning on standing there
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| Wit dem little toy guns
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| Cuz when men go to war
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| That’s when the little boys run
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| Hakeem who, he’s so late
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| Oh dats ya girl? |
| She no safe
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| I steal ya chic, then wipe the prints
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| Cuz under pressure egos break
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| I peeped ya fate
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| And it’s really looking bad for you son
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| So treat Tiana like ya queen
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| Instead of acting like one
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| Okay, I got a dark heart but it just got darker
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| Why go against me, don’t ever bother
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| You know I run you so after I sun you
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| Maybe it help you be a better father
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| They won’t a thing when they saw ya
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| Well here’s an anonymous tip
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| Since you got da sauce
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| Then after I shoot you the police can follow da drip…
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| I bet you flip flop
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| Flip flippidy flop
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| So keep ya lip locked
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| Or my clip clippidy pop
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| Ya time runnin out like tic toc |