| Flipp
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| Loose
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Thatmoney wanna marry it
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| I do! |
| Hahaha
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| I do! |
| Hahaha
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| Let’s get it, yeah
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| I do, I do
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| Gettin' money since a youngin'
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| All I did was want and nigga
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| Ain’t no frontin' in this shit
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| I do, I do
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| Movin' niggas like I’m overseas
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| Movin' niggas they don’t know it stinks
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| I do, I do
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| Gettin' money since a youngin'
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| All I did was want and nigga
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| Ain’t no frontin' in this shit
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| I do, I do
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| Movin' niggas like I’m overseas
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| Movin' niggas they don’t know it stinks
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| Ride suspicious with the Glock extended
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| Hit the spot up nigga, then I gotta get it
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| Don’t look up back a option
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| Get the choppers spinnin'
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| Movin' Texas shawty, 'cause them reapers in it
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| Seat up in it, vacant, three percent it
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| I was smokin' dope just to eat the feelin'
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| But her nigga (?) just copped a whip, explicit
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| Hey 'lil mama you see me
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| Lob a hundred faces
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| I got tunnel vision like the beam on 'em
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| Blocked up for the mans, I’m finna scheme on 'em
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| Fucked some commas, commas just to bleed on 'em
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| Call me (?) with the big homies
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| I’m tryna trip a 4 clover leaf over sea
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| Move it like I’ve got a couple keys, all on me
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| But I’m stuck, and never ride with extendo
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| Skate on your block, flip a point out the window
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| My part to take in this tragedy
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| Actually niggas just came and they fuck with me
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| Bashin' me, niggas just came
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| And they family laughed at me
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| Niggas just came they ride and be active B
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| Remember them days when them hoes used to laugh at me
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| Now that I fuck 'em these niggas be mad at me
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| Bust in her mouth, feed that bitch, eat plenty
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| White on her tits, Call me Flipp or the Dennis
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| Now this gold boy stick by my decision
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| Fuck niggas different they call this the vision
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| They lose the image of keepin' the vision
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| I pray up to god, but I pour up for sinnin'
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| Fuck all this fucked shit I’m plottin' I’m winnin'
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| I’m lost in the sauce like I’m (?)
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| All of this (?) give a fuck 'bout your feelings
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| All of this trappin' I slay to the ceiling
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| Lately I’ve been a quest for myself
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| Chokin' all toxic all up in my chest
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| Demons around me they blessed when I step
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| I got kryptonite round me (?) on my chest
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| Free from the top now I’m stuck in the trenches
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| Holdin' my light til I live, just blendin'
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| Free for the drop at the top with a permit
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| Fuck all this fucked shit, this fucked shit is (?)
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| I do, I do
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| Gettin' money since a youngin'
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| And I did was want a nigga
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| Ain’t no frontin' in this shit
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| I do, I do
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| Movin' niggas like I’m overseas
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| Movin' niggas they don’t know it stinks
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| I do, I do
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| Gettin' money since a youngin'
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| And I did was want a nigga
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| Ain’t no frontin' in this shit
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| I do, I do
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| Movin' niggas like I’m overseas
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| Movin' niggas they don’t know it stinks |