Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flip & Rip (feat. Mac) , by - Mia x. Release date: 26.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flip & Rip (feat. Mac) |
| Yo Mia. |
| I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it. |
| So who goin first? |
| It don’t matter to me, Boo. |
| Well, we gone flip for it. |
| Call it in the air. |
| Heads. |
| Tails |
| Mac, you up first. |
| Say, KL. |
| Since I gotta go first and shit I’ma kick this shit one more time |
| For the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it. |
| Ya heard me? |
| Check it |
| Verse One: Mac |
| Street camo |
| Cover my flesh |
| I’m one of the best in the contests |
| They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest |
| If all you wanted was rest |
| Then I’m your Nyquil guy |
| Your night time sniffin and stuffiness |
| I kill with one shot |
| The murder murder verses |
| Quench lunatic’s thirsts |
| I get pussy from nurses |
| Comin from churches |
| The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N |
| I’m deadlier with my pen |
| Then niggas with the mac 10 |
| But that was back then |
| In 98 I’m strapped |
| Cuz I’m on the map |
| Ain’t afraid to bust a cap |
| And I get paid for bustin raps |
| I like them ghetto girls |
| Y’all can have them super models |
| Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles |
| I get the game from my nigga V9 |
| I get the beats off the 3−9 |
| Them niggas can’t see mine |
| I’m lyrically a therapist |
| A fuckin terrorist |
| Boom Boom! |
| I never miss |
| I’m on the next level |
| Chorus: repeat 2X |
| Well I’ma flip it like this |
| And I’ma rip it like that |
| And I’ma rip it like that |
| And I’ma flip it like this |
| Verse Two: Mia X |
| When the smoke clears |
| I’ma still be here nigga |
| Mic in my hand |
| Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance |
| I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me |
| You cross my path |
| You gets flipped in my wrath |
| The aftermath left bitches quiet as fuck |
| Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up |
| I rips it up from the gut |
| Like Jack the Shanka Man |
| Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand |
| The better man’s gone be Mama |
| And you know this nigga |
| On the top or the bottom |
| I’ma show this nigga |
| He’s goin to sleep |
| I’m too deep |
| The lady alligator |
| Stick your seven inches in the swamp |
| And I’ma fade ya |
| I made you motherfuckers recognize the south |
| For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth |
| About drama |
| Bout paper |
| Bout settin it off |
| Fuck the verbal fantasies |
| My shit is real y’all. |
| Verse Three: Mac and Mia X |