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mia x - flip 2 rip كلمات الأغنية

[dj klc]
yo mia. i got the firest beat and i want you and mac to bust off it.
so who goin first?
[mia x]
it don’t matter to me, boo.
[dj klc]
well, we gone flip for it. call it in the air.
[mia x]
heads.
[mac]
tails
[mia x]
mac, you up first.
[mac]
say, kl. since i gotta go first and sh-t i’ma kick this sh-t one more time
for the old fake -ss n-gg-s who thought i lost it. ya heard me? check it

[verse one: mac]

street camo
cover my flesh
i’m one of the best in the contests
they steppin to mac without a vest on they chest
if all you wanted was rest
then i’m your nyquil guy
your night time sniffin and stuffiness
i kill with one shot
the murder murder verses
quench lunatic’s thirsts
i get p-ssy from nurses
comin from churches
the camouflage a-s-s a-s-s i-n
i’m deadlier with my pen
then n-gg-s with the mac 10
but that was back then
in 98 i’m strapped
cuz i’m on the map
ain’t afraid to bust a cap
and i get paid for bustin raps
i like them ghetto girls
y’all can have them super models
cuz gangsta b-tches got bodies like c-ke bottles
i get the game from my n-gg- v9
i get the beats off the 3-9
them n-gg-s can’t see mine
i’m lyrically a therapist
a f-ckin terrorist
boom boom!
i never miss
i’m on the next level

[chorus x2: mia x and mac]

well i’ma flip it like this
and i’ma rip it like that
and i’ma rip it like that
and i’ma flip it like this

[verse two: mia x]

when the smoke clears
i’ma still be here n-gg-
mic in my hand
rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance
i set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me
you cross my path
you gets flipped in my wrath
the aftermath left b-tches quiet as f-ck
like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up
i rips it up from the gut
like jack the shanka man
chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand
the better man’s gone be mama
and you know this n-gg-
on the top or the bottom
i’ma show this n-gg-
he’s goin to sleep
i’m too deep
the lady alligator
stick your seven inches in the swamp
and i’ma fade ya
i made you motherf-ckers recognize the south
for the gumbo flava comin out my mouth
about drama
bout paper
bout settin it off
f-ck the verbal fantasies
my sh-t is real y’all.

[chorus: x4]

[verse three: mac and mia x]

[mac]
p-ss me the mic
and let me dig into they chests
like ak bullets through they proof vests
in a shootin fest
i murder emcees like media
mac the street encyclopedia
who wanna test me?
bless me with somethin knottin
b-tches who start p-ssy poppin
rhyme i quote em
nines i told em
like wallets
i’m rock solid
and i like it when they suck and swallow it
i’m hardcore
f-ck that slangin and sh-t
cuz when i’m on the mic
n-gg-s be bangin and sh-t

[mia]
i love them buck wild crowds
mama be center stage
throwin lyrics at them n-gg-s
like hand grenades
you can’ take the projects out of a b-tch like me
six figures make me throw bigger block parties
still warm my bed with a thug n-gg- of course (fo sho)
still in the mix with all them messy -ss hoes
still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son
off top, then leave the studio with my gun c-cked
what?!

- mia x

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