paroles de chanson Flippin That (feat. Nina Sky) - Rick Ross

This is (for the yay)
(Half a brick of yay)
Rick Ross
(Half, half a brick of yay)
Itâ? s Nina Sky
(Half, half a brick of yay)
Itâ? s Cool & Dre
(And Iâ? m flippinâ? that)
Listen
(Flippinâ?, flip flip flippinâ? that)

(Chorus:)
Half a brick of yay in her bra
Half, half a, half a, half a brick of yay in her bra
Where her titty at
Half a brick of yay in her bra
Where her titty at
And Iâ? m flippinâ?, flip, flip, flip, flip flippinâ? that

(Verse: 1)
Letâ? s get right to it (ohh)
Ya manâ? s locked up
But someoneâ? s gotta do it
(Oh-oh-oh my)
I ninety five drive south for da winter
Gotta trunk full of birds
They fly south for da winter (yeeah)

I ainâ? t tryna get locked up tonight
But I told him I
Would put that on my life
So I gotta ri-ia-ia-ia-ia-ide
(Yes) Iâ? m a rider
(Yes) Iâ? m a provider
(Huuuuuh)
Type of chick to take the stand
And say a honour
I was beside him all night
Yes I promise
But I gotta have
(Brick of yay)
And thatâ? s a problem

(Chorus X2:)
I gotta (half a brick of yay in her bra)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Half, half a, half a, half a brick of yay in her bra
Where her titty at
I gotta (half a brick of yay in her bra)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Where her titty at
And Iâ? m flippinâ?, flip, flip, flip, flip flippinâ? that

(Verse: 2)
Boy is it ok for me to pull over the car
When I get tired I try to go with no sleep
(Oh boy)
I got that work wrapped dead tight
Coffee grounds soon throw off them dogs and police

Cuz I ainâ? t tryna get locked up tonight
But I told him I
Would put that on my life
So I gotta ri-ia-ia-ia-ia-ide
(Yes) Iâ? m a rider
(Yes) Iâ? m a provider
(Huuuuuh)
Type of chick to take the stand
And say a honour
I was beside him all night
Yes I promise
But I gotta have
(Brick of yay)
And thatâ? s a problem

(Chorus:)

(Verse: 3 Rick Ross)
Maserati, candy paint
For dat personal touch (Ross)
You need a body or a bird
Iâ? m the person to touch (Ross)
At a party no searchinâ? my purses as such
I got Ninaâ? s and both of Ninaâ? s
Purses they bust (uh)
Bell in my doe (doe)
They deliver my blow (blow)
On them cigarette boats (boats)
Thatâ? s a million a float (float)
See I get and whip it (whip it)
Sift it and flip it (flip it)
It ainâ? t just to ship it
Iâ? mma wash it and whiz it (whiz it)
My soul in a hole (hole)
I feel so in control (control)
When Iâ? m whippinâ? them moulds
Smellinâ? like cinnamon rolls
Got dat Benz in black
Big Beamer in beige
You read on Nina? swinginâ?
We swinginâ? them case
Canâ? t sight for my sounds (sounds)
Ross beatinâ? the streets (streets)
We gotta load on the way
We eatinâ? this week
Iâ? mma chill in Manhattan
Sit the work in the Bronx
Take the? leave a brick
Iâ? d be? them blocks

(Chorus: X2)