Lil' Flip / Rollin' on 20's
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Here we go, welcome to my world nigga
Cadillacs and stacks, Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uhh, I know you see us, you wanna be us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two seaters
I hope it's cold, cause I'm comin with my heater
I'm on the feed of doin one fifty
Can't you tell by my cup I'm pimpin
And if I hit one time, she's limpin
And if he trick one dime, he's simpin
Cause we don't do it like that over here
All we do is grip grain on the steel
Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette
And yeah the doors raise up, but it ain't came back yet
I'm speed racin
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
I got a need for speed, get in the truck with me
Or we can slide in the Bentley, doin a buck fifty
I'm so gangsta, chicken heads don't wanna fuck with me
But you can love me or hate me, baby you're stuck with me
And I'm a flow 'til the police come and get me
We run the city, you can't do nothin with me
It's young Red y'all, I'm rollin somethin sticky
You see them twenties, believe it they worth every penny
And I ain't really got nothin to lose
So I count them twenty two's, start spreadin the news
Let's speed it up a lil, hoes love to choose
Soon as they spot the drop, man it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga lay at every night
Look for the green, stay away from the red light
Them old folks see me creepin up the street
Cause they know I got them, I got them woofers in my jeep nigga
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
These hoes grinnin
We never do the speed limit
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
This car so foggy you can't even breathe in it
I got a Lambo, I got a Drop Jag
Plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that
Now everybody be like, where you shop at?
And they be askin dumb shit like, where you got that?
That's when I look back and say, I'm a superstar
And if it cost a hundred grand, it's a super car
I'm still ballin, twin is still crawlin
Like retarded kids, my DVD's fallin
Labels still callin but we already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day and the time
When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it
I got a rep where I'm from, so I had to screw it
Uhh, I'm from the home of the Houston Texas
The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
Now days everybody wanna chop on plate
But we been doin that, so y'all better behave
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
These hoes grinnin
We never do the speed limit
On twenties, on wheels spinnin
This car so foggy you can't even breathe in it