paroles de chanson Flip It - Jiah Zuniga

Born and raised
Southside of LA
What's the deal though
Mesmerized by the gangs
What's the deal foe
1:00AM Western and Fig
What's the deal hoe
Ten year old don't know his daddy
That's willie Lynch though

Pay your dues that's the only real way to get some loot
Homicide detectives
Asking questions
Saying who pulled the glock
Don't you know the phrase
"I could never trust an opp"
Then please sir
Can you get the fuck off the block
We traumatized from the pain
Please don't let me get popped

Neighborhood pet
Ghetto bird
That's one hell of a threat
LAPD getting tedious
When they say we incorrect
All of (323) in trouble
When a 90210 house gets robbed
Put this in a blog
Watch the entertainment
While we weep and sob
We ain't never had no real job
We just the crabs in a bucket
Looking for a restaurant
Lives getting snatched
While our souls getting robbed
(While our souls getting robbed)

And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(Ayy, what)
I'm stingy with my trust, y'all be trippin
(Y'all be trippin)
I'm seeing everything y'all ain't innocent
You blending in how the fuck you different
(How you different)

You salty with the hand shake
I could never stand being around some fakes
Nevertheless you think you popping
Cause you rocking guess
I keep the swoosh on me
Just so you can run my checks
I'm stealth with my moves
You're acting like I play to lose
Boy you's a fool
Competition talking?
All y'all boys is old news

I'm cutting bitches off they say I move like Johnny Wu
Pain and gain for the fame I play for the ring that got my name
I'm balling like I hate the game
You still chasing that Cuban thing
Got ten different titles so my project sees the light of day
I'm chasing down this dream I give a fuck about the pay

This Illartist Record yeah we real desecrate
I make all heat we Body shit
While you beating on you're meat
Get on your
(Get on your)

And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(Ayy, what)
I'm stingy wit my money, bitch you trippin
(Bitch you trippin)
I'm Scoring all my shots like I'm pippen
(Scotty Pippen)
Interview the bitch like I'm pimpin
(Like I'm pimpin')
Comma after comma you gone feel different
(I'm different)

And when I get a bag, imma flip it
(Aye, what)
I'm stingy wit my money, bitch you trippin
(Bitch you trippin)
I'm Scoring all my shots like I'm pippen
(Scotty Pippen)
Interview the bitch like I'm pimpin
(Like I'm pimpin')
Comma after comma you gone feel different
(I'm different)