Kings Of The South Lyrics - Lil' Flip

OHHH 

OHHHH 

This what the streets been askin fo 

The real kings 

Lil' Flip and Z-Ro 

HA HA HA HA 

Colver Gs and Rap A Lot 

Different labels but we both from the Screwed Up Click 

(Lil' Flip) 

LETS GO!! 

Look me and my niggas 

we 50 deep with them triggas 

I'm a school boy? Yeah right I run with them killas 

Affiliated with pimps 

I know too many cats 

I've been rappin 8 years I got to many plaques 

Now when I run in your crib 

And take your son out the crib 

And put the gun to his bib 

Now it's one in his ribs 

(Ahhhhhh) 

(Z-Ro) 

I stay in and out of the jail house 

I can afford to bail out 

You can call me the post man 

All I do is follow my mail route 

I got a stanky ass attitude 

Excuse me nigga you have to move 

See these big ass niggas i'm walkin with and some behind you too 

You don't want us to trip 

You don't want to see this extended clip 

Be on the look out for Z-Ro and the Flip 

This is history in the making ya bitch 

(HA HA) 

(Lil' Flip) 

Now I'm back with my crew like we aint go nothin to do 

So if you beefin with them then im beefin with you 

Im the king of the south 

you see the ring and the house 

Im a major playa like mean green in the south 

So if i kick in ya do' 

and put my dick in ya hoe 

give me that brick in tha flo' 

Now its time to go 

(Z-Ro) 

When I roll I roll solo 

I've got 7 sets of fo' do's 

I got rid of all my old bitches to make way for some mo' hoes 

We are the real kings 

Got damn it my grill clean 

I smoke and i still lean 

Hit up C-Note or Will-Lean 

Why dat? 

Cause I kicks it with my people 

Fuck friends they all turn evil 

They might try to do me something lethal 

All y'all niggas claiming to cold can deal with my heat 

(Lil' Flip) 

Oh no I flip digits llike Puffy 

I slay niggas like Buffy 

You a fag 

I refuse to let a lable fuck me 

Cause I'm callin the shots 

My favorite rapper is Pac 

Nigga i was stealin cars when you was wiping you snot 

So when i blow up ya office 

And rob one of ya bosses 

I cant take no losses 

you know how crunk the south is 

Hell yea!! We throw bows fo really 

we blow dro in phillys 

I get 3 dollas a disc you only gettin a penny 

This skinny nigga will never be in my position 

How you gon fight when you got malnutrition 

so when I stomp yo ass 

and when I front yo ass 

and when I punch yo ass 

you ain't gon wanna talk no mo 

(Z-Ro) 

I'm a gangsta kin flok 

I stack and dont spend doe 

I got 5% tint on each and every one of my windows 

Every time the wind blows 

another Benjamin goes where the rest of the Benjamins go 

hoe I'm paid for yo info 

(Lil Flip) 

I'm the rap LeBron 

Better yet I'm T-Mac 

I was flippin work when you was playin pitty pat 

I take a brick from here and move it on the East 

I've go New York niggas paying 23 

So when I hit ya cut 

Im in my pick up truck 

I come to pick up bucks 

and after that we picking up sluts 

Now lets ride... ride... ride... 

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