[Chorus] We, We Aint Playin' We, We Aint Playin' We, We Aint Playin' We, We Aint Playin' [Lil Flip] Im smokin' blunt wit my niggaz im pullin trigga's
Traduction: Lil 'Flip. Nous ne lit plus.
[Chorus] We, We Aint Playin' We, We Aint Playin' We, We Aint Playin' We, We Aint Playin' [Lil Flip] Im smokin' blunt wit my niggaz im pullin trigga'
Big like texas don't mess with tha freshest Yeah I spin electric my set is the best In the PA, country, continent, the world Cryin lil bitches I ain't
as big as lisa rays lips And everytime I hit the club I let my chain hang like Lil Flip I know them jackers be out to get me dude But like bonecrusher I ain't
close, and trying to play me Make a nigga Unibomb your block, everybody on me will be a Swayze Patrick peep my hat trick, but I ain't an audition Even
choking Why don't you wanna light up the blunt, that's in your hand I'll pat ya with the 4-4, that is for sure man Ain't no more breaking a leaf, ain't
clip Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch [Lil' Flip] Now I'm back with my crew, like we ain't got nothing
hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't
we switch Porsche My hammer navigate B, Hummer don't get lost Boy, the desert eagle have dat whole shit ripped off We get that ??guap?? cuz we make Shit
chill Yayo I got this Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product
we be screamin' call my people We got these fiends goin' liters, and they shootin' needles We could be takin' your connection, cause we got it cheaper Shit I ain't
, Take it off, Take it off, Take it off, I just can't get enuff, I'I just can't get enuff. [Verse 1: 8Ball] Yea yea, Grab dat motherfuckin tight, Don't play
rock And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots but we still flood
punk niggas hate us, but we don't trip, we still get madd ass love. I show you the rapper that's sick of this song We'll straight up toss his ass And
t fuck wit us to the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow you up Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men and we'd tested stress,
I pop my steel Ain't no competition don't fuck wid my clik And so listen you bitches stay trippin' it's okay When we stickin' and lickin' them pockets
