*featuring Big T, Lil' Ron
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[talking]
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Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad
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Man look, Big T
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[Chorus: Big T]
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Why y'all haters still mad
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I said I don't know why baby
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Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
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Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
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[Lil' Flip]
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You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo
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It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window
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I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2
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I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
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But I'ma hold it down like it's supposed to go, make this Screw shit coast to coast
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I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling
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My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs
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E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match
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Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam
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Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long
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Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows
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I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know
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Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars
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Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars
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But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy
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I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me
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[Chorus]
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Why y'all haters still mad
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I said I don't know why baby
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Cause Swisha House acting bad
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Why y'all hating the way y'all do
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Why y'all haters still mad
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I said I don't know why baby
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Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
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Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
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[Lil' Flip]
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All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one
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All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh
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Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight
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Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life
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Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice
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Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price
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Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill
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Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill
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[Lil' Ron]
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Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill
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Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill
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How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup
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It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up
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Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip
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Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff
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Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad
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I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging
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[Chorus]
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Why y'all haters still mad
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I said I don't know why baby
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Cause Swisha House acting bad
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Why y'all hating the way y'all do
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Why y'all haters still mad
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I said I don't know why baby
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Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
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Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
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Haters Still Mad
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Lil' Flip |