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Lil' Flip( Wesley Eric Weston Jr. )
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Can't U Tell
Lil' Flip Feat. Squad Up & MJG Aye, I know a lot of y'all, niggaz, wonderin' Is this nigga doin' good? Yes, is this nigga really ridin' spinners? Yes I tell them niggaz, man, can't U tell a nigga doin' good, man? Can't U tell? Lil' Flip is in the building We got DJ Squeeky on the track, Clover G's
We throw bows, we blow dro We ride blades and low pro's Um, I heard you doin' good, nigga, can't U tell? Oh, you still in the hood 'cause you ain't doin' too well
We throw bows, we blow dro We ride blades and low pro's Um, I heard you doin' good, nigga, can't U tell? Oh, you still in the hood 'cause you ain't doin' too well
Clover G's, now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock One switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass I don't ride around with wallets, I carry paper bags
Ride around with tech's, endo with a vest Giovanni's on my Hummer and spinners on my Lex I rep Houston Tex, where niggaz bang screw We ride candy paint, nigga, what about your crew?
Got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring Ten thousand square foot home plus a spot for my plane I spit game to hoes to get 'em out their clothes 'Cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin' for a while, I'm a hot boy like Nile My jacket is mink but my shoes are Crocodile I'm thuggin' forever fifty karats in my bezel But I'm like Trillville 'cause y'all can't get on my level
We throw bows, we blow dro We ride blades and low pro's Um, I heard you doin' good, nigga, can't U tell? Oh, you still in the hood 'cause you ain't doin' too well
We throw bows, we blow dro We ride blades and low pro's Um, I heard you doin' good, nigga, can't U tell? Oh, you still in the hood 'cause you ain't doin' too well
Uh, I'm in the club buckin', fuck it, I'm a throw some bows Hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes I'm this bitch actin' wild, you know how Gudda do it I got my pistol on my hip in case I get into it
Niggaz drinkin' that incredible hulk Now he drunk and he think he the Incredible Hulk Uh, they gon' have to drag him out this bitch もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Then the police gon' come and drag me out this bitch
It's Gudda, I'm doin' good and it feels great I'm in the hood, H2 and it's charcoal gray Supa dup' fly boy, supa dup' frisby Give a fuck about the name, just know he gets busy
Mouth for the south, you know ya know me well Hollow shells swell you like a macaroni shell Fuck you, haters, the chains is off Clover, chains is on, we off the chains, lil' boy, yeah
We throw bows, we blow dro We ride blades and low pro's Um, I heard you doin' good, nigga, can't U tell? Oh, you still in the hood 'cause you ain't doin' too well
We throw bows, we blow dro We ride blades and low pro's Um, I heard you doin' good, nigga, can't U tell? Oh, you still in the hood 'cause you ain't doin' too well
Yeah, uh, yeah, come on, MJG, pimp tight, Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart But if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit, I'll still put a bitch on the block You don't really want that really, now tell the truth, slow ya role You got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a hoe-ologist, I dissect the bitch and find the problem I got solutions for a problem, I'm here to resolve 'em Pull up in a 1969 Impala, whites over blacks, they harder Everyday I wake up early tryna' make a dollar I think I wanna pop my collar
Could it be I'm just a natural born with a little dose of pimpin' Ooh, nothin' but motionless women strap up, put this life up in 'em I don't pretend, I mean exactly what I mean I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
When I roll through the dirty south sittin' up on my twenty-fo's Breakin' me a ciggarillo down, fillin' it up with nothin' but dro M J fuckin' G, representer of the dirty But I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me
We throw bows, we blow dro We ride blades and low pro's Um, I heard you doin' good, nigga, can't U tell? Oh, you still in the hood 'cause you ain't doin' too well
We throw bows, we blow dro We ride blades and low pro's Um, I heard you doin' good, nigga, can't U tell? Oh, you still in the hood 'cause you ain't doin' too well
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