Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FlipCup , by - KnowMads. Release date: 30.12.2009
Song language: English
FlipCup |
| Yeah Uhh |
| Sometimes we get to fucked up |
| Know what im saying |
| This ones dedicated to all the homies, homie |
| fucking up there house and shit |
| yo |
| yo yo |
| me and my homies got a problem with drinking |
| its not what your thinking |
| chugging till the cop’s is lights blinking |
| and they pulling up behind us |
| shine there brights trying to blind us |
| put the weed where they can’t find it in some bitches vagina |
| is she a minor well im hiding behind her |
| as hanging out the window that’s a big fucking Hi-NAA |
| where my license go B |
| yo I can’t even find it |
| so now we drag racing pigs while where drinking and driving |
| A bad situation I be laughing and rhyming |
| fingering this dime deep, with impecable timing |
| trying to get my weed out and she be coming and crying |
| earlier we went ditching endience, swithcing to rhyming |
| I wanna get out this girl keeps whining |
| in fact you can’t be saying that swerving like a maniac |
| freestyling saved the track |
| then we fucking made it back |
| you started doing blow and she never even blazed a sack |
| I guess we got to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| but thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
| sometimes I get to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| but thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
| so smack the bitch she acting corny, snatch a forty |
| man you sure this shit is all gravy |
| yes Dagitory ask the shorty |
| D.T.F got T. I. T’S |
| im only eighteen myself so we dont check ID’s |
| and in the V.I.P I be like B.I.G |
| call me M.I.C |
| they wanna be like me |
| now we swimming and drinking, what where we thinking |
| downing and drowning |
| pass them around and we be clowning |
| this girls stripping down to there ankles in the sound-in |
| to handles of admirable nelsons we be pounding |
| Ahh shit |
| im just thinking out loud |
| and |
| im outlandish |
| neighbors can’t stand us |
| drinking till we can’t stand up |
| put your hands up |
| an M. C getting hammered means you can’t touch |
| this |
| so swallow when i bust kid |
| I need a freak who is down to fuck and get my nuts licked |
| but yo too got to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| and thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
| sometimes I get to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| and thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
| see I was singing Hip, Hip-Hop you don’t stop |
| back when little weezy sang |
| wuahh wuahh wuahh wuahh wuahh |
| number one stunna the type of shit im feeling |
| but he had to sell loli-pops to make a hundred million |
| I don’t hate little wayne he’ll probably die a martir |
| He made three platinum CD’s named the Carter |
| who better in the game Andre, Drake, and Hova |
| Im an outcast whos so far gone im taking over |
| get myself cut so they can make the poster |
| flip-cup im over that bitch like a toaster |
| Cause mrs. |
| Box wasn’t much of a cat |
| sometimes I get to fucked up and call up my ex to say |
| I popped a vessel pill |
| damn this shit is hella ill |
| going back to Cali where we only smoke that Medi-Kill |
| Kid-Cudi still nutty, freestyling day and night |
| its silly putty that, that drunk bitch fell in love me |
| maybe she got to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| sometimes we get to fucked up |
| But thats just how it Is so flip that red cup |
| Sometimes I get to fucked up |
| Sometimes we get to fucked up |
| Sometimes we get to fucked up |
| but thats just how it is so flip that red cup |
| yeah |
| sometimes i get to fucked up |
| sometimes I get so fucked up |
| Maybe I was just so fucked up |
| but that just how it is so flip that red cup |
| kid |