Lirik Lagu Can't U Tell - Lil' Flip
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(feat. Gudda (Sqad Up), MJG, Supa)
[Talking:]Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', hahais this nigga doin good? (yup)is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hahI tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good mancan't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the buildingwe got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's
[Chorus x2: Flip]We throw bows, we blow drowe ride blades and low pro'summ....I heard you doin goodnigga can't you telloh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well
[Verse 1: Flip]Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rockone switch make it hop, the other switch make it stopI got wood grain on my dash, paper out the assI don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bagsride around with tech's, endo, with a vestGiovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my LexI rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screwwe ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crewgot a piece and a chain, a watch and a ringten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my planeI spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothescause that's how it go when all ya jewelry frozeI been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nilemy jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodileI'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzelbut I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Gudda]Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bowshit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoesI'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do itI got my pistol on my hip incase I get into itniggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitchthen the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)
[Verse 3: Supa]I'm doin good and it feels greatI'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal graysupa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisbygive a fuck about the name just know he gets busymouth of the south you know ya know me wellhollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shellfuck you haters, the chains is offClover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: MJG]Uh, yea, come on....MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chartbut if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the blockyou don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya roleyou got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoesI'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problemI got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'empull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they hardereveryday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collarcould it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpinoooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'emI don't pretend I mean exactly what I meanI don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dreamwhen I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo'sbreakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but droM - J - fuckin G representer of the dirtybut I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me
[Chorus]
[Talking:]Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', hahais this nigga doin good? (yup)is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hahI tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good mancan't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the buildingwe got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's
[Chorus x2: Flip]We throw bows, we blow drowe ride blades and low pro'summ....I heard you doin goodnigga can't you telloh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well
[Verse 1: Flip]Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rockone switch make it hop, the other switch make it stopI got wood grain on my dash, paper out the assI don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bagsride around with tech's, endo, with a vestGiovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my LexI rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screwwe ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crewgot a piece and a chain, a watch and a ringten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my planeI spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothescause that's how it go when all ya jewelry frozeI been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nilemy jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodileI'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzelbut I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Gudda]Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bowshit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoesI'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do itI got my pistol on my hip incase I get into itniggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitchthen the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)
[Verse 3: Supa]I'm doin good and it feels greatI'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal graysupa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisbygive a fuck about the name just know he gets busymouth of the south you know ya know me wellhollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shellfuck you haters, the chains is offClover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: MJG]Uh, yea, come on....MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chartbut if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the blockyou don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya roleyou got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoesI'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problemI got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'empull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they hardereveryday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collarcould it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpinoooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'emI don't pretend I mean exactly what I meanI don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dreamwhen I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo'sbreakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but droM - J - fuckin G representer of the dirtybut I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me
[Chorus]
