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"Game Over (Flip)"
[Intro]
Fury
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus:
repeat 4x]
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
[Verse One]
Ah shit, y'all done
fucked up and let me in this bitch
I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But you don't hear me)
My
crib big like a football field (football field)
You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you don't
hear me)
I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me)
I make
'em gloss all across the globe
I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't hear me)
A franchise
like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear me)
I got the
streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa
[Chorus]
[Verse
Two]
Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer
You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't
hear me)
I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't hear
me)
I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch
And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)
I'm
getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But you don't hear
me)
I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
Most of ya'll cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't hear
me)
I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it again
[Chorus]
The
game over, 'cause shit about to change over
It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't hear me)
If
most producers want to charge too much
But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear me)
You might
think we all beats and rhymes
But way before this rap shit, nigga, the streets was mine (But you don't hear me)
I got
that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit
[Chorus]
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"Sunshine"
(feat. Lea)
[Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip)]
[Lea]
Uhhhhhhh
[Lil' Flip] Yeeah
[Lea] Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby
[Lil' Flip] Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper)
[Lea]
Ooh baby
[Lil' Flip] My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it
[Chorus: Lea]
Sunshine
I can call you
my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
I
can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
[Verse
1: Lil' Flip]
Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player
But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player
Just
answer your phone whenever I call
Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball
I like them short and tall but not too
thick
I just walk in the spot and take my pick
And they wanna roll cause they like my style
And when I pop my collar
I make them smile
I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
That know how to cook cause a nigga like to
eat
Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you
I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you
[Chorus:
Lea]
[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars
Push the Maybach
Monday, tuesday Impala
I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla)
And if I get your phone number I'm a call
ya (I'm a call ya)
And we can meet up the next day and chill
But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live
I
got bills to pay, I got moves to make
But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late
[Chorus:
Lea]
[Verse 3: Lea]
We don't have to be in love (love)
We can just be friends!
I will be right
there, beginning to the end!
I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends)
We can both have fun,
don't want this stuff to end!
[Verse 4: Lil' Flip]
They say love is pain and pain is love
I know ya Momma
mad cause you talk to a thug
You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue
About - what a real nigga like me
do
I like to stack my bread and flip my chips
And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip
I take private jets to
Vegas, man
It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure
But don't worry,
the chauffer open the door
You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all)
Cause you my baby girl right?,
right?
[Chorus: Lea]
[Outro: Lea]
We don't have to be in love (love)
We don't have to be
in love (love)
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