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police bxtch - skippa da flippa lyrics

[chorus: skippa da flippa]
don’t ever f*ck with no police b*tch
i mean, even if you [?] don’t be on the scene, b*tch
i mean, i was way too [?] snitch
every time i shoot my shot, no way i can f*cking miss
b*tch, please get out my face, you get no f*cking kiss
i’m a trapper and a rockstar, no way that you touching this
ain’t no way i’m [?] my name ain’t f*cking chris
we robbed him, he was too geeked on blow
i’m a show off, so i do the most
she want some money, but i want some more

[verse 1: skippa da flippa]
you think you piped up, but you really average
vvs stones, you can eat off these carots
i’m with some players, we pimping in paris
only talk numbers, text in numairics
i [?] blew out a n*gga with a thousand rounds
then really walked him down
in love with the [?] sound
i’ll find you cross the town
these new n*ggas snitches
you want the b*tches
i want the riches
that make us different
she used her two hands and then start to spitting
hundred k [?]
fresh to death, but i am [?]
should’ve been dipset, the way i’ve been balling
she wanna make a move, but i keep stalling
[chorus: skippa da flippa]
don’t ever f*ck with no police b*tch
i mean, even if you [?] don’t be on the scene, b*tch
i mean, i was way too [?] snitch
every time i shoot my shot, no way i can f*cking miss
b*tch, please get out my face, you get no f*cking kiss
i’m a trapper and a rockstar, no way that you touching this
ain’t no way i’m [?] my name ain’t f*cking chris
we robbed him, he was too geeked on blow
i’m a show off, so i do the most
she want some money, but i want some more

[verse 2: sauce walka]
she tryna sell that box with an ass like a skateboard
she need to go see a doctor, you wanna slide on a snitch, ok, let’s do it
f*cking turn up [?]
[?] round in the chopper
that boy a p*ssy
how you can tell? from his posture
n*ggas do time in the can, turn on they man, then blame it on missing they mama
nodda
that is not excepted
player, stop f*cking these hoes, i’m protected
[?] with the b*tch [?] necklace
you try to hit her, she call the detectives
keep [?]
[?] been a blade
[?] lemonade
[?] switch [?] played
[?] never give [?]
[?] get away
[chorus: skippa da flippa]
don’t ever f*ck with no police b*tch
i mean, even if you [?] don’t be on the scene, b*tch
i mean, i was way too [?] snitch
every time i shoot my shot, no way i can f*cking miss
b*tch, please get out my face, you get no f*cking kiss
i’m a trapper and a rockstar, no way that you touching this
ain’t no way i’m [?] my name ain’t f*cking chris
we robbed him, he was too geeked on blow
i’m a show off, so i do the most
she want some money, but i want some more

- skippa da flippa lyrics

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