Текст песни (Lil` Flip f) Lil` Ron - Lil` Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & U
(Lil` Flip f) Lil` Ron - Lil` Flip & Sucka Free present 7-1-3 & U слова песни
(*talking*)Yeah fa sho (whoa), it`s Lil` Rizzie Rizzie Ron(you ain`t know) I`ma let my hair blizzie blizzie blow(blizzie blizzie blow) nigga, uh yeah uh, what[Hook]I let my drop top down, to let my hair blowNo time for playing around, I gotta have doughI love green, boss paper and leavesAddicted to making g`s, my nigga that`s just me[Lil` Ron]It`s sunny outside, pull a drop out on SundayMy car model chrome, while it`s going down the one wayYou push them Hundai`s, but I`m in a old school classicAnd when I cruise the city, dog I hold up the trafficNow there you have it, I build my statusWhen you start choking that blunt, please pass itHundreds I`m flashing, so you can know that I`m not brokeYou maybe got a little change, but I got a lot mo`And I`m dressed in Gucci, plus I`m rocking iceAnd what I paid for my chain, I could of bought your lifeI keep my shit tight, best believe I`m on noAnd that drank, got a nigga moving in slow mo`I might approach your gal, and make her drop her pantiesWhen I get through, I`m on the first flight to MiamiI know you can`t stand me, but I don`t give a damnAnd I always remember, Lil` Ron is who the fuck I am[Hook - 2x][Lil` Ron]It`s all gravy baby, in a gray MercedesHollin` at your lady, trust me I do that dailySee I`m keeping it gangsta, and I`m quick to shank youPlus the Franklin`s in my pockets, got my shorts to my anklesNo thank you, cause Lil` Ron don`t deal with marksI`d rather chill up in my mansion, and get endo sparkedI press a button and start, the 6-4 CheveMy tires mad at my rims, they say they too heavyI`m bout my feddy, please recognize and realizeI`m 5`2, but my main bitch, 6`5With green eyes, and some thick yellow thighsAnd everywhere she go, you know she gotta stay flyBut me dog, I`m a fool with itYou get a check for two hundred, and you cool with itSee I need five digits, I`m addicted to g`sLove that green paper, and them sticky green leavesKnow what I mean[Hook - 2x][Verse 3]Now I might hit the park, rolling in a BenzoCan`t see me cause I`m in a soloLil` Ron blowing hydro endo smokePockets sitting fatter than fat Albert, cause we gotta have itHey Hey Hey, Hey Hey nigga we bout itBout making money, bout flipping honeysBout making sure, or life grow somethingSee the girls in the club, make `em twerk somethingStill a thug with em, I`ma have to hurt something(*talking*)Ha ha (huh), that`s how we do itWe laying all you fake bustas downFeel me, feel me