Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speakin My Language, artist - Lil' Flip. Album song Certified & All Eyez on Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.05.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Speakin My Language |
Ay now you can catch me in the club, with my pistol in my pocket |
niggas talkin that shit but they know they better stop it It’s Flip Gates the number one Fly Boy |
try to reach for my jewelry nigga, you could die boy |
I’m a southside nigga steadily movin my work |
steadily movin that purp, yeah I do my own dirt |
see these niggas get alittle money then they change |
but you ain’t no bitch I’m fly like Wayne |
Fly Boy tennis shoes-just to match the piece |
if you from the south, you gotta have a stiff creese |
heavy starch in the jeans that’s how we do it |
back in '95, I had them 20's on my Buick |
but now I’m in the Lam-and I don’t give a damn |
when you make ya money you better pay Uncle Sam |
cause they’ll come and get ya cars like J. D It’s Flip Gates, fuck boy you gon’pay me |
(Chorus-Lil'Flip + Young Noble) |
You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language |
You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language |
You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language |
don’t you fuck with Flip Gates, cause this shit get dangerous |
You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language |
You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language |
You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language |
don’t you fuck with Young Noble, cause this shit get dangerous |
If it ain’t about a dollar, you prolly shouldn’t holla |
Uh three wheelin my Impala, inhalin on the ganja |
my women know I’m a rider-shades made by Prada (yea) |
mob through the club like I’m one of the fuckin owners |
I’m a Outlaw solider (Outlawz) |
we hot now, still my heart alittle colder |
I do this for the hustlas |
come here little mama get a dose of this pimpin |
if that pussy still drippin a nigga still tippin |
got me leanin to the left and sippin on that Goose |
when I’m leanin to the right I’m off that California kush |
if you ain’t talkin green then you speakin chinese-or-spanish |
either way I don’t understand it so I’m stayin on my grind, I’m stayin on my grizzly |
I stay so fuckin busy all my bitches say they miss me |
I’m in the club tipsy throwin out stacks |
Young Noble and Lil’Flip-tell the DJ bring it back |
(Chorus-Lil'Flip + Young Noble) |
I rock a fresh baldy and shades, spinnin on blades |
these are the times and these are the ways we get paid |
dickie buttoned to the top for my doggs and locs |
if I don’t know you mothafucka don’t get to close |
we in the club poppin them bottles, hollerin at models |
leviate, never hesitate to rock you with hollows |
we be them Outlaw leaders see the game done followed |
I spitt that ghetto gospel truth like it’s straight from the Bible |
it’s not a seat but I’m a solider so keep yo composure hoe |
slip on ya toes and yo, we be the chosen few |
way cool, way over due-stay tuned it ain’t over troops |
operatin under thug laws as a warrior man |
remain that till the coroner man |
and been that from the corner with grands |
leanin hard to the left with my hoodie on, gettin that cash |
and gotta dip in the stash (yeah) |
(Chorus-Lil'Flip + Young Noble] |
(Young Noble talking) |
Yeah, Young Noble-Outlaw-uhhh |
Lil’Flip in this*scratching*Clover G’s |
yeah, (Cloverland wut up) |
Sac what’s happenin (dirty third wut up) |
Real Talk Entertainment |
uhhh get ya money nigga-get ya money |