Flip'n On My Block

Lil Flip

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    [talking]
    Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip
    (that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street
    It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah

    [Lil Flip]
    (on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and 'Face
    And don't nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight
    (on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car
    And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star
    So holla at a nigga, when you get your check
    And if it's 800 dollars, you about to triple that
    (on my block), we staying up playing dominoes
    And we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothes
    That's how the game go, when you living in my city
    And niggas in the hood, they don't show no pity
    So don't act hot seditty, when you see me at a show
    And the reason we don't hang, cause you act like a hoe
    (on my block), the little kids they be smoking weed
    And if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speed
    I'm from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-Land
    And where I'm from (Cloverland), bitch I'm the man

    [Hook]
    On my block, everybody on the corner hustling
    On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons
    On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy
    I cant leave freestyling alone, the game need me

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    [Lil Flip]
    (on my block), you might see my nigga Greg Street
    In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley
    Or you might see my nigga, C-Note in the drop
    You might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the block
    You might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop Shop
    You might see my nigga D, at the Barber Shop
    You might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoops
    Or you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a Coupe
    You might see my nigga Dre, from S.A
    Or you might see my nigga Ken, at Quickway
    Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood
    Trying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good

    [Hook]

    [Lil Flip]
    You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face
    We drive fo' wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let's race
    And we can't catch a case, cause we got the best lawyers
    And I spit dead in your face, now that's some gangsta shit for ya
    And to my fans, who really buy my shit
    I appreciate the love, cause y'all made me rich
    And if it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be shit
    So I'ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up Click

    On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha

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