[Chorus: Lil' Flip + DB] Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga Cause the rest of ya'll niggaz ain't shit (ain't shit) Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga 'Cause the rest of y'all niggaz ain't shit (Ain't shit) Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga So the rest of y'all
Übersetzung: Lil 'Flip. Aint No N ****.
had That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on shit What's the reason, bein on the block all day You ain't
n*gga on the dance floor. Look baby I don't dance all i do is this. It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist. Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true
me? Can't do nothing with me hey yo Flip holla at me man holla at me man I'm tryin to holla at you [Talking: Lil Flip] I'm right here yeah Sucka Free
hot, Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got, And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did, And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this
: (feat. Lil' Flip) [Lil' Flip talking] Ladies and gentlemen! This is the remix, Houston's finest Lil' Flip, Beyonce holla at 'em [Lil' Flip] Posted
lot I'm murderin niggas that point to shoot it If it ain't black owned than we loot it Burn this bitch down, let's do it We ain't marchin' we ain't talkin
bout death. Like a nigga can't dream of nuthin else, but a lil bit of wealth. Tryin to help they self, and I really can't blame you, cause I do the same
Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n, And flip up my mind and whenever
the 5th dog is free [Chorus:] The world ain't ready(I'm Just trying to survive) The game ain't ready These niggas ain't ready Cause these lyrics heated
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga
a flirt I got work like Baby n dem ghetto boy like Face n dem It ain't no mistaken him Hottest boys out Drake or him Me Juice Mane and Wocka n dem Ride
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em [J-Hood] No matter what they spit, I still ain't convinced
y'all, Flip that herb raw Clap... thats the bird-call If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
t try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit You should think about
I'm crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies They don't give a damn that I'm manic Even though I'm so shady Baby girl, but don't play me I ain't tryna have
