Letras:
Lil Flip Super Flip

at school Leave the school Cook it up come back fast Lil flip jumpin out one black jag Got my tag Jumpin out with a du rang They say "lil flip you got

the brothers gonna do a simulation just for you And the verse that I kick is the color true Down with the sounds of the future, the Flavor and the Super

KC Yeaaah Yeeaaaah C-O-S-S-O-M Like this...Hold up, she got the blue dress fittin' (fittin') She got her hair hangin down (hangin down) Lil mama

I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick Well, I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the

but we aint scared to go to war (g's side) south side hustlers gold grillz and new whips and i keep green on me like my name lil flip god's gift dont

i aint starrin at hoes i know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's i got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades Lil Flip pull stunts like Super

that, whether it's gold or plat We Gucci and iceberg like the rest of you cats One of the biggest on the map, they call us clutch city Hard in the paint, we killers like Frank Nitty But back to the lecture at hand Lil

hard My grandfather lookin' and I'm ridin' straight Man, I got the Suburban swervin' with the 4 T.V.'s playin' [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] Hail baby,

Verse 1 *Joell Ortiz* No I Dont Respond Wit Answers That Fit A Script So The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip We In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors Those