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Skippa Da Flippa
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Throw It Up
Roll a whole zipper of the thing and cook it
Been sellin' cookies since Obama's a rookie
Used to be a killa, but it's 'still don't push me'
Sellin' brick to the same nigga that booked me
Chop the curve with a choppa that made in China
My money like the Eiffel, nigga, that's on the Bible
I'm finna make a movie, nigga, Flippa's the title
Uzi go, I threw ya, make you ooze out yo vitals (Pre-Skippa Da Flippa)
Roll a whole zipper of the thing and cook it
Been sellin' cookies since Obama's a rookie
Used to be a killa, but it's 'still don't push me'
Sellin' brick to the same nigga that booked me
Chop the curve with a choppa that made in China
My money like the Eiffel, nigga, that's on the Bible
I'm finna make a movie, nigga, Flippa's the title
Uzi go, I threw ya, make you ooze out yo vitals
(Skippa Da Flippa)
Who want it? No, you don't
Regroup and rethink and calm yo damn nerves
Grab your crane and come press right on the curve
96 boots, I got shooters like Kurt
Who want it? No, you don't
Physically, mentally, I think you treed up
You do lil bitch, she just don't get attended
40 cal, 50 cal, I do not miss it
(Skippa Da Flippa)
Pistol grip pump got good friction
Don't believe these bitches, most of this fiction
I pin my own ride, I didn't even existed
I drive it, I own it, there's no need to ring it
Swim out the summer when I chirp that gas
I jump in the Chevy then smash on the gas
My niggas, they hit you, they juggin' on mass
Travel, can't carry a four in the flash
The judge did say that, I'm a menace
I smoke that slick and get offended
Look all these racks I done spended
I'm the owner, you're the tenant
I toss couple hunnid a minute
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In yo bitch, smurf like a Dennis
She suck me so good, I can't end it
And I get real nasty when I hit it
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook)
(Skippa Da Flippa)
Who want it? No, you don't
Regroup and rethink and calm yo damn nerves
Grab your crane and come press right on the curve
96 boots, I got shooters like Kurt
Who want it? No, you don't
Physically, mentally, I think you treed up
You do lil bitch, she just don't get attended
40 cal, 50 cal, I do not miss it
(Skippa Da Flippa)
Pistol grip pump got good friction
Don't believe these bitches, most of this fiction
I pin my own ride, I didn't even existed
I drive it, I own it, there's no need to ring it
Swim out the summer when I chirp that gas
I jump in the Chevy then smash on the gas
My niggas, they hit you, they juggin' on mass
Travel, can't carry a four in the flash
The judge did say that, I'm a menace
I smoke that slick and get offended
Look all these racks I done spended
I'm the owner, you're the tenant
I toss couple hunnid a minute
In yo bitch, smurf like a Dennis
She suck me so good, I can't end it
And I get real nasty when I hit it
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook)
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