Lyrics Skippa Da Flippa – F–Type
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Bought a F type Jag, so my shooter can’t lag
I don’t mean to boast or brag, but them 50’s make me sad
She’ll do it for a mention, too authentic not pretending
Beat the pot like Sonny Liston
Biggest having, made an Aston and a cabin
«Is you still trapping?» why is you asking? I’m still adding
Water on me sub-marine I’m not green but my bean green
I paid a rackaid for my jeans
And I ain’t getting taxed looking for no leans
Wear so much BAPE a nigga could turn into an ape
You broke niggas can’t even relate
Plain Jane so he’s never late
Birds still sing high just like the skate
Bigger bands, newer Benz, if you really haven’t, flip your bands
I hit her twice, come again, look out for him if that’s really your man
Bought a F type jag, so my shooter can’t lag
I don’t mean to boast or brag, but them 50’s make me sad
She’ll do it for a mention, too authentic not pretending
Beat the pot like Sonny Liston
Trap, the rap life made a living
F type, my type, bad bitch with me get me right
I look like I sell ice, cup of Wok-ishi light ice
Since I was a youngin’ I’m still a lil spiritual
When I’m on a beat, my lemonade lyrical
Pressed for pussy? punk, you’re pitiful
Money want wars? therefore I get rid of you
Pop her a .10 and relax
Count money everyday call it relapse
New Benz, money Maybach
I’m outside take quick naps
By the end of next year I’ll have 10 plaques
High school touchdown when I run it back
My name should have been Flip-200 packs
Bought a F type jag, so my shooter can’t lag
I don’t mean to boast or brag, but them 50’s make me sad
She’ll do it for a mention, too authentic not pretending
Beat the pot like Sonny Liston
Trap, the rap life made a living
Bought a F type jag, so my shooter can’t lag
I don’t mean to boast or brag, but them 50’s make me sad
She’ll do it for a mention, too authentic not pretending
Beat the pot like Sonny Liston
Trap, the rap life made a living