Burbans And Lacs Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga 

Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga 

Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggaz 

In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga 

Aw naw, hell, naw, man, y'all done up and done it 

We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic, chronic 

I did it, I done it, this rap beef, you know who won it 

I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money 

Europe paid me eighty G's for a hour show 

And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go 

You rap about Amsterdam, nigga, I really been 

And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten 

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I smoke over and over again, God, forgive me 

'Cause I'm a young thug with tattoos in my skin 

Four hundred thousand dolla Benz with my name on my rims 

And when I pull up, hoes be like, I know that's him 

Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometimes I flip in a Fleet wood 

You know the one with the platinum skin 

And the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good 

Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid 

Or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat 

Guaranteed to squeeze when enemies test me 

I'ma empty the clip and reload again 

Ain't got no gal, ain't got no friends 

Only thing I give a damn about is my ends 

I wish [unverified] was alive 

So I could watch him make another Dub again 

I'm mad at the world, fuck love again 

'Cause my so called partnas think I'm cappin' 

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Bitch, I've earned the right to live the good life 

Y'all know how long I've been rappin' 

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue 

That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw 

I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don 

And all we do is get money 

(Where I'm from) 

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue 

That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw 

I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don 

And all we do is get money 

(Where I'm from) 

You know, I'm thinking of a master plan 

I got chrome fans on my promotional van 

I'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me 

I fuck with D-Block and the Dipset posse 

My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop 

'Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks 

And if I catch you in my hood, homie, you can't leave 

'Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man, they can't breathe 

I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weed 

And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave 

And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed 

'Cause my spider on the highway, doin' 153 

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue 

That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw 

I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don 

And all we do is get money 

(Where I'm from) 

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue 

That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw 

I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don 

And all we do is get money 

(Where I'm from) 

Every morning I wake up and give my praises to God 

Just for letting me see another sunrise 

'Cause sometime, making it through the night is hard 

Livin' in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian 

Lord, I've been callin' you so long, I wonder if you even hear me 

Even though I can call a whole heap a burdens 

I know there's a bunch of blessings as well 

I remember when I had to sleep on benches 

Straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences 

In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now 

Ain't no detectives tryin' to see me now 

With no rival gangs trying to beat me down 

It's MTV and BET now and ain't no mo' regular weed 

Ain't nothing but the best herb 

With a grandaddy size cup of codeine 

Straight eight over ice, nigga, yes, sir 

I'm leaning like I need a V8, representin' for the 3rd Coast 

Look, respect the South and we gon' see straight, see straight 

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue 

That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw 

I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don 

And all we do is get money 

(Where I'm from) 

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue 

That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw 

I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don 

And all we do is get money 

(Where I'm from)