Now I'm rolling, look at my rims
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No more cloudy diamonds, look at my gems
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Now I'm smoking on the best shit
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Yeah I'm Lil' Flip, I'm in the S.U.C. click
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Screwed Up Click, for y'all that don't know
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You hear about it, for y'all that don't go
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To my concerts, one girl got one shirt
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I put my autograph, right on her skirt
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And she told everybody at her job
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Lil' Flip, music really goes hard
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Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing
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Cause I'm entrepreneuring, nigga wanna boo em
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But they can't, cause they know I'm a legend
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They got monitors on they leg, in the house by seven
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It seems like niggaz get dumber and dumber
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How you trade in a Benz, just to get you a Hummer
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You went to jail, now you on probation
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For real, should of went and got a education
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But your dumb ass, couldn't be patient
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You wanted to smoke weed, now time you're facing
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Three years, behind three blunts
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Three freaks, damn nigga three sweets
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And that wasn't even endo
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You went to jail, for some regular weed
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And you saying, that you better than me
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You smarter than me, how the fuck you harder than me
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Come on my nigga, how you recording in three
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Different studios get your own shit, get your own click
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Nigga why you fucking with that nigga wife, get your own bitch
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[talking]
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Biatch (biatch) ha-ha, haters still mad
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What can I say, iight, cool
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Haters Still Mad (Remix)
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