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12 - skippa da flippa lyrics

[hook:skippa da flippa]
i think i see 12(flippa)
go grab the scale the bricks in the mail(the bricks in the)
don’t leave no trail(no trail)
gas come from longway, the bricks come from yale(gas)
don’t make no more sell(no sells)
i think i see 12, i think i see 12( i think i see)
the bricks in the mail(the bricks)
go get em, go getters, the bricks in the mail
gas no retail(gas)
the bricks in wholesale, we get em bails(hwah)
i think i see 12 (i think i see)
i cook the rotel, i cook the rotel(im moving it)
missions no fail(no missions)
the block is i hail
story i tell, white like it’s pale
n0body tell, i think i see 12

[verse 1 – skippa da flippa]
is that an informant, but he’s not important
but rel got the scale, bricks in the mail, white like mccormick
mails of the gas, new air jordan’s
i get lot of os, for the low prices, like i play for orioles
so there’s drugs in your mail, and you not lucky with your scale
i hop in the fisker, indian trail, i juug out the sh-ll

[verse 2 – offset]
i wait at the store for flippa to pull up(flippa)
we all in public bout to do a stick up(grahh)
the n-gga so scared that he got the hiccups(he scared)
open the trunk and it’s like a brinks truck(m&m)
my pocket like rueben, the plug he’s a cuban(plug)
but he not a human, he make the bird fly when its humid(bww)
ain’t no confusion, when you got money you win or you losing(win or u loosing)
its the same n-gga that stayed on badesta, i came to the north and bought a berretta (ba,no)
heavy weight n-gga, you light like a feather(heavyweight)
i’m a real n-gga, that’s just for the record(huh?)
i bring the wood like i’m woody woodp-ck-r(baa)
my n-gga pw living for ever(r.i.p)
n-gga thinking it’s over, no never(no)
i pull a chopper, hit you and your mother(f-kk n-gga)
you not getting away k!lling my brother(no)
popped the f-ck n-gga like he was a rubber(baa grahh)
let it burn n-gga, just like it’s usher(let it burn)
im fronting off the bottom the gutter(no,goo)
[hook]

[verse 3 – peewee longway]

dope on my margielas, dope on my scale(montana)
breaking my wrist tryna whip up a well(get it)
trap in the bando i think see 12 to many b-tch rapping
to many sells(f-kk,f-kk) deliver cake to the hotel
lately come see us, come live with mail(come get the mail)
i get more block with more powder sp-ce
right there keep saying im going to jail(keep saying it b-tch)
now im flashing diamond bail, slide on my d-ck
giuseppe zippers(skrrr), pull out in a raw, longway
headed to the big house.(longway b-tch)
[hook]

- skippa da flippa lyrics

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