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1. _ Game Over
"Game Over (Flip)"
[Intro]
Fury
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus: repeat 4x]
Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
[Verse One]
Ah shit, y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch
I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But you don't hear me)
My crib big like a football field (football field)
You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you don't hear me)
I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me)
I make 'em gloss all across the globe
I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't hear me)
A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear me)
I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer
You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear me)
I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't hear me)
I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch
And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)
I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But you don't hear me)
I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
Most of ya'll cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't hear me)
I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it again
[Chorus]
The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't hear me)
If most producers want to charge too much
But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear me)
You might think we all beats and rhymes
But way before this rap shit, nigga, the streets was mine (But you don't hear me)
I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit
[Chorus]
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2. _ Sunshine
Intro: Lea, (LiL' Flip)
[Lea] Uhhhhhhh
[Lil' Flip] Yeeah
[Lea] Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby
[Lil' Flip] Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper)
[Lea] Ooh baby
[Lil' Flip] My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it
[Chorus: Lea]
Sunshine
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can some time (sometime)
I can be your sunshine!
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (sometime)
I can be your sunshine
[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player
But all you gotta do is answer your phone whenever I call
Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball
I like them short and tall but not to thick
I just walk in the spot and take my pick
And they wanna roll cause they like my style
And when I pop my collar I make them smile
I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat
Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you
I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you
[Chorus: Lea]
[Verse 2: Lil Flip]
I know your friends wanna holla cause i got them dollars
Push the Maybach Monday, Tuesday Impala
I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla)
And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya)
And we can meet up the next day and chill
But I'm always on the road baby girl, thats how I live
I got bills to pay, I got moves to make
But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8 dont be late.
[Chorus: Lea]
[Verse 3: Lea]
We dont have to be in love (love)
We can just be friends
I will be right there, beginning to end
I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends)
We can both have fun, dont want this stuff to end
[Verse 4: Lil Flip]
They say love is pain and pain is love
I know your momma mad cause you talk to a thug
You think you know my type but you aint got no clue
About- what a real nigga like me do
I like to stack my bread and flip my chips
And I can change your life if ya get wit flip
I take private jets to Vegas, man
Its twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure
But dont worry the chauffer open the door
You couldnt ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all)
Cause you my baby girl right?, right?
[Chorus: Lea]
[Outro:Lea]
We dont have to be in love (love)
We dont have to be in love (love)
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