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The Way We Ball (Remix)
Lil' Flip Song Lyrics
f Lil' Ron, Young Redd Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball) This ain't the regular version You know what (This is the remix y'all) Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge Austin, Corporate Christian (This is the way we ball) (Chorus - 2x) And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South (This is the way we ball) And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades We Third Coast born but we all sections paid (This is the way we ball) (Lil' Flip) Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs But this time around, H.S.E. got my back Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat) Cause I can do that, you know we been balling We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint When she touch my car, and if she Give head, she can't puff my 'gar But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane (Chorus - 2x) (Lil' Ron) I like this grape now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner Better remember, chain froze up like it's December Get your mind right, we playas of the decade We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades (Young Redd) Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays This is, grinding and getting paid And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all (Chorus - 2x) (Lil' Flip) I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink So how you love that, or do you really hate it Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump And if you ever come to my town just holla Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas (Chorus - 2x) |
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