work from tha stove Cop it cook it chop it What ya'll wanna do This that hot shit that ya'll need ta tune to What ya'll wanna do, what ya'll gotta say
steal my style I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style What you gone do next try and steal my smile [Lil' Flip talking] Know what I'm sayin' Lil' Flip
번역: Chamillionaire. 스크류 Ya'll 깜둥이의 한계를 넘는 디 머니 릴 플립 \u0026amp; 마이크 존스.
번역: 릴 뒤집기. Ya'll.
번역: 릴 뒤집기. Ya'll가 뭘 원하는지.
tryna steal my style I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style What you gone do next try and steal my smile [Lil' Flip talking] Know what I'm sayin' Lil' Flip
hold up for these other niggas roll up and try and get ya the ones that say they riders but never do ride with ya I'm tryna vibe with ya so wont you throw
? Boom Talk to 'em T-pain Baby, I'm a Dogg, I'm a Dogg Beware, beware I'll do whatever, however I want, I want You flip me out, oh yeah, oh yeah Now
Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya
the heat so verbal, Brand New Marc Jacobs Peacoat thermal, Gun outside of the Gear, external. I'm so fly ya'll still at the terminal. I'll put you in
and again you niggas never learn Got a itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy trigger finger nigga So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya Man I
lil n-gga I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya Keep thinking it's a game, n-gga's aint playing [Soulja Boy] Soulja Boy I'll bust your
at da cops- fuck one time. I gave her to da block, I fucked one time. We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey, Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil
cops, fuck 1 time I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray Love
you'll buck with B.G. Knocc Out, Flesh, and ah Mo' Thug, str8 up.(Chorus) B.G. Knocc Out-Verse 5 I'm comin' 2 serve ya, serve ya. I'm screamin'
outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in Mistakin' the bloody victims Ever if ya
paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper You better believe we five of the last True soldiers standin? in command You thought of me closin' the book On this bitch on ya?ll, flip
