Rollin' On 20's (Explicit)
Lil' Flip"Rollin' On 20's (Explicit)" is a song by Lil' Flip, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:21 long and contains 96 lines and 641 words.
0:00Rollin' On 20's - Lil' Flip
0:01Here we go
0:01Welcome to my world ni**a of
0:03Cadillacs and stacks
0:04Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
0:07Uh I know you see us
0:09You wanna be us
0:10With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
0:13Plus I ride around in two-seata's
0:16I hope its cold cuz I'm comin wit my heata
0:18I'm on Fleeta doin 150
0:21Can't you tell my cut I'm pimpin
0:24And if I hit one time shes limpin
0:27And if he trick one dime he's simpin
0:30Cause we don't do it like that over here
0:33All we do is grip grain on the stair
0:35Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
0:38But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
0:40And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette
0:43Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet I'm Speed Racin
0:46On 20's (On 20's)
0:47Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin)
0:49These hoes grinnin
0:50I pulled up with the top off
0:52On 20's (On 20's)
0:54Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
0:55These hoes grinnin
0:56Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
0:58Yeah Yeah Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
1:01Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty
1:03I'm so gangsta chickenheads dont' wanna f**k wit me
1:06But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me
1:09And I'm a flow til the police come and get me
1:11We run dis city you can't do nothin wit me
1:14Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky
1:17You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny
1:20And I ain't really got nuthin to lose
1:22So announce on 22's start spreadin the news
1:25Lets speed it up a little
1:27Hoes love to choose
1:28Soon as the spot the drop
1:29Man it gotta be the shoes
1:31The fast lane is where a ni**a live ev'r night
1:34Look for the grain stay away from the red light
1:36Them old folks hear me creepin up the street
1:39Cause they know I got them I got them
1:41Woofers in my jeep ni**a
1:42On 20's (On 20's)
1:44Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
1:45These hoes grinnin
1:46I pulled up with the top off
1:48On 20's (On 20's)
1:49Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
1:51These hoes grinnin
1:52Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
1:54On 20's (On 20's)
1:55Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
1:56These hoes grinnin
1:57We never do the speed limit
1:59On 20's (On 20's)
2:01Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
2:02These hoes grinnin
2:03You can't even breath in it
2:16I got a lambo
2:17I got a drop jag
2:19Plus I got a Harley bike ni**a top that
2:21Now e'erbody be like where you shop at
2:24And they be askin dumb sh*t like where you got that
2:27Thats when I look back and say I'm a superstar
2:30And if it cost a hundred grand its a super car
2:33I'm still ballin 20 still crawlin
2:35Like retarded kids my dvd's stallin
2:38Lakers still callin but we already signed
2:41We about to be legends like Morris Day and The time
2:43When Paul gave me a call man I had to do it uh
2:46I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it uh
2:49I'm from the home of the HOuston Texans
2:52The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
2:54Nowadays everybody wanna chop on blades
2:57But we been doin that ya'll better behave
3:00On 20's (On 20's)
3:02Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
3:04These hoes grinnin
3:04I pulled up with the top off
3:06On 20's (On 20's)
3:08Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
3:09These hoes grinnin
3:10Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
3:12On 20's (On 20's)
3:13Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
3:15These hoes grinnin
3:15We never do the speed limit
3:17On 20's (On 20's)
3:19Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
3:20These hoes grinnin
3:21You can't even breath in it
Rollin' On 20's - Lil' Flip Here we go Welcome to my world ni**a of Cadillacs and stacks Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back Uh I know you see us You wanna be us With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas Plus I ride around in two-seata's I hope its cold cuz I'm comin wit my heata I'm on Fleeta doin 150 Can't you tell my cut I'm pimpin And if I hit one time shes limpin And if he trick one dime he's simpin Cause we don't do it like that over here All we do is grip grain on the stair Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex But when I wake up I have a dream about a check And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet I'm Speed Racin On 20's (On 20's) Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin I pulled up with the top off On 20's (On 20's) Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off Yeah Yeah Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty I'm so gangsta chickenheads dont' wanna f**k wit me But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me And I'm a flow til the police come and get me We run dis city you can't do nothin wit me Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny And I ain't really got nuthin to lose So announce on 22's start spreadin the news Lets speed it up a little Hoes love to choose Soon as the spot the drop Man it gotta be the shoes The fast lane is where a ni**a live ev'r night Look for the grain stay away from the red light Them old folks hear me creepin up the street Cause they know I got them I got them Woofers in my jeep ni**a On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin I pulled up with the top off On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin We never do the speed limit On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin You can't even breath in it I got a lambo I got a drop jag Plus I got a Harley bike ni**a top that Now e'erbody be like where you shop at And they be askin dumb sh*t like where you got that Thats when I look back and say I'm a superstar And if it cost a hundred grand its a super car I'm still ballin 20 still crawlin Like retarded kids my dvd's stallin Lakers still callin but we already signed We about to be legends like Morris Day and The time When Paul gave me a call man I had to do it uh I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it uh I'm from the home of the HOuston Texans The only horse we ride is in our Lexus Nowadays everybody wanna chop on blades But we been doin that ya'll better behave On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin I pulled up with the top off On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin We never do the speed limit On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin You can't even breath in it
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