Lil' Flip

Lil' Flip - Can't Let You Go lyrics

(feat. Pimpin' Ken)

[Lil' Flip: talking]

wheew

Reality check

I ain't hear to, sing to ya

Ring a ring to ya

Bitch please (bitch please)

Bitch please, lick these!

You tease

Sucka free

[Lil' Flip]

Bitch please, you don't need to miss me

Cuz when I come around you don't even kiss me

But it's coo (it's coo), I ain't a foo (ain't a foo)

It's twelve thirty, how the fuck you at schoo

Bitch please, I'm about to leave

Cuz I, got another trick up my sleeve

Be gone I don't need you no mo

Cuz you ain't shit but a dirty ass hoe

Bitch please, you wearin' ya friends clothes

Broke, smokin' my indo

Tryin', to stay in my fuckin' house (get the fuck out)

Bitch, quit, runnin ya mouth

Bitch please, I don't like ya ass

If ya go to jail, hoe I won't write ya ass

I won't lick ya ass, I'll jus stick ya ass

Treat ya like a bug n i'll pick ya ass

Bitch please, then I'm jumpin' in my lambo (lambo)

Got a gun niggaz call me rambo

Don't give a damn I got more ammo

Lil Ron, that's my fammo

[Pimpin' Ken]

Bitch Please, you can't understand

I'm the thug type dude, I don't hold no hands

What you talkin' bout you wanna be my wife

Bitch, you gave the nigga head on the first night

That ain't right, Bitch please

Ya listnin to ya friends

Tryna go through the mall and hit me from my ends

Tryna roll my benz, I can't let that happen

That's why a nigga, keep on rappin'

Bitch Please, I don't fuck wit u

You a busta type bitch, runnin wit ya crew

Everythang ain't all good, when ya in the place

Ya make a nigga wanna put a punch to ya face

[Lil' Flip]

Bitch please, I don't play that shit

When you talkin' wit ya girls, don't say that shit

That I be doin, or who I be fuckin'

Cuz I'm gonna come, and give yo ass a concussion

What the fuck was you thinkin?

Jus because I got a benz, that I don't have a lincoln?

What the fuck was you doin?

Why the fuck, why you playin wit me, what you persuin?

I know you wanna come to a nigga house (house)

You on ya period, then put it in ya mouth

Like jigga said, fuck what a nigga said

Don't fuck wit him, Lil' Flip got bigga bread

I got money, and I got that shit for safe

Got a mutha fuckin ring and a nice face

Won't catch a case, I gotta good lawyer

Cuz when you knock a nigga out, errybody saw ya

Fuck that, I got a gun nigga bitch please

Got more jewlery than Mista T

I'm like Mister freeze, lookin' at my watch (why)

Shit tac toe, I got the clover on the top (nigga)

I'm in the block (block), I'm in the drop (drop)

Niggaz know the cops, runnin' in the spot (spot)

If ya, too hot (hot) tryna be too fast

Yea I don't sell drugs so don't ever ask me

Don't put shit past me, Imma have to get niggaz who blast me

I ain't trippin' on these niggaz, I ain't slippin' on these niggaz

Imma pull off my belt, and give a whippin' to these niggaz

[Lil' Flip: talking]

Haha, Lil' Flip

Bitch please

This how we do it (this how we do it)

Bitch please, bitch please, bitch please

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