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Lil Flip My Block

my block I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block I hang on my block, they know my name on my block

I go by the name Lil Flip (that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah [Lil Flip] (on my block), them niggas jamming Flip

go by the name Lil Flip (that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah [Lil Flip] (on my block), them niggas jamming Flip

G's with my words 'cause it earn dough Who would've known Lil' Flip'll scan five mil' And then be forced to take a break for two years? But the block

standards and only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat I aint superstitious I make all these broads flip my

for my family, my label and my set It's Young Money til my day the death, tell the rest to take a rest Theral breaded and blessed, my grime stressed Sometimes

I gave her to da block, I fucked one time. We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey, Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray. Love my handgun but my

can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit

nuttin' wit' it Straight from the oven wit' it, came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth, for