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    "Flipside" Lyrics


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    [Intro: Peedi Crakk]
    WHOOOOOOOOOO!! UH!Now clap for me mami, OH!
    Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE!
    Okay, and Free, okay, yeah get wild lady UH!
    Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la
    FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama
    Get wild! Okay

    Freeway got the hood on smash
    Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga!(ghost nigga!)
    Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage
    Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age
    Post up, fans suffer circle the block
    Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area!(rock in your area!)
    Post up, distribute to the block
    Freeway move the rocks in your area!(rocks in your area!)
    Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down
    Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up
    What? My glock carry heavy rounds
    Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck
    What? You better ring the alarm
    Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys
    And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom
    But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys
    Her ass look good in a thong
    And she want me to sneak in the building like Trojan of Troy
    Best believe there's Trojans involved
    Hats lift over the boy, oh boy

    [Chorus: Freeway]
    We rip crowds, whole lot of VOLUME and a little bit of bass
    is all it takes to make the place
    GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake
    is all it takes to make her skate
    FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of base
    is all it takes to make the block
    GET WILD (get wild) car keys and a little bit of cheese
    is all it takes to make her leave

    [Peedi Crakk]
    With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s)
    Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze
    with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe)
    I ain't Hov', I just know what I know
    I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill
    Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills
    I, can't deny how the mamis feel
    Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl
    P. Crakk and I ain't for play
    I got a mack that'll change your day
    Fall back, get your act in tact
    P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest
    And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us
    Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in
    Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring
    The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king
    And we..


    Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin group?
    Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk
    She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof
    Up on her cell phone, "Freeway got me in the squadder
    He a rider, from the block to the booth"
    I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come
    Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done
    But let her spend the night, all night
    Cause the heat call me a liar
    She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah
    Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state
    And travel across state, with things taped to her waist
    Mami wanna ride with pa
    Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas
    And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch
    Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage
    Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch

    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Justin Gregory Smith, Leslie Pridgen, Pedro Luis Zayas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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