Artist/Band:
T.I.
Lyrics for Song: 99 Problems (Lil Flip Ain't One)
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - T.I.
Gangsta Rizeal (Down with the King!)
[T.I. talking]
Live and direct from the traps of the A-town, nigga
Westside, Bankhead, nigga
Pimp Squad Clique, nigga
Grand Hustle, pimp
Say I'm mad, huh?
Your faggot ass gon' be mad in a minute (Sissy ass nigga)
(Hey, let's go, nigga) Imma hit your faggot ass in the mouth when I see ya, nigga
Fuck what you heard, homie, leprechaun ass nigga
King of the place, called home of the bass
He emerged at the trap, from the zone of the flake
Caught a case, and he still keep a chrome on his waist
For the haters in the face, gettin' thrown in the waist
Like a pussy nigga named Lil' Wesley, tryna test me
On your best behavior what your faggot ass best be
Choose words carefully when you address me
You ain't gotta like me, but you're gonna respect me
(Or else) or else you get wet like a jigsknee
Take ten of these and live, that'll impress me
Say I wanna rap on your songs but you aint let me
See you on the front of The Source, like that upset me
Fuck you in the ass, I aint mad 'bout shit
Try Tip, shot quick, that's all your ass gon' get
And I aint finna put a mass on Flip
Imma empty out the clip and your ass gon' flip
Bet your mom and your dad gon' trip
But them the consequences tryna mash on Tip
Nigga, lyrically I'll murk you
Physically I'll hurt you
You ain't never ran the streets, you had a curfew
Pussy nigga playin' with me, you'll be in the dirt soon
Look you in the eye see you sweet like perfume (muah)
So go on, keep runnin', you dick sucker
Imma swing, show the world that you just a big sucker
Daddy shoulda got some head, wish he woulda worn rubber
But he didn't, so now I guess the world gotta suffer
You the kind of wanksta, gangsta's done had enough of
So imma take pride when I ride through and bust you
Tip will be the reason for the saddest day your momma seen
When I let this case slay a nigga like the Drama King
Try nigga, I aint the one
I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one (ha, hey, hey)
I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one
This pussy nigga wanna beef when he find him some
I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one (ha, hey, hey)
I said, I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one
Fuck, boy you wanna beef when you find you some
I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one
(Lil Flip>) Scarface the king of the South
Pussy nigga, shut the fuck up
I'm cool with face and even he know that you're a sucker
Paul Wall runnin' Texas along with Slim Thug
Mike Jone he a genius he rode some real hustlers
Never been a potnent boy, you just a buster
Never been seen outside on the southside
Sucka, now you puttin' on like you run shit
At the third go to jail with this leprechaun shit
Half time you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Nigga, swing when you see me, nigga, I don't give a fuck!
Cause I know you just a lame and your partners ain't tough
Know your aim ain't shit, know your fight game suck
So I couldn't image you what G's wanna listen to
Just some kids, women, and alot of homosexuals
Imma stand up high, man, I set the principle
All you do is lie, and everything you say is fixual
I demand my respect, and I'll die about that
But imma hit you with the take, and let you lie about that
So keep me out your raps or this shit ain't done
I got 99 Problems, Lil Flip ain't one (come on)
I say, I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one
This pussy nigga wanna beef when he find him some
I got 99 probelms, Lil Flip ain't one
[T.I. talking]
Lil who?
Say fuck, nigga
I heard you talking about me, nigga
You wanna see me, nigga? Come see me, nigga
ATL, Westside's only one, you understand that, nigga? (Bankhead)
Mattafact, I'll come see you, nigga
In the suburban are of Houston, nigga, I know you can't come to the city, nigga
Fuck boy
Nigga, wasn't you a janitor in highschool?
You sucka ass nigga, you thought we forgot?
Nigga Hump said he made you put on the mothafucking leprechaun suit, nigga
You talkin' bout you got rich off that shit, nigga
You ain't even get no cunt, nigga, till this next album
(You lil' bow tie wearing ass nigga)
And it's leased, too, nigga
You better not go over 20,000 miles, nigga, that's fifteen hundred extra
You know what I'm saying, you sucka ass nigga
(Top hat, wearing ass nigga)
Nigga, how I'm livin'? Nigga what? Nigga, nigga,
you rented that mo'fucking house
in Galveston, Ohio, nigga for six thousand, nigga,
you think I didn't know about that, don't ya, nigga?
Imma expose yo' pussy ass nigga
You ho ass nigga
Wait till I see ya, Imma slap you in them white gold teeth you got nigga
That ain't no mothafucking platinum, 30 g's my ass, nigga (ha)
Nigga, you must've forgot, nigga, Paul Wall made grills, nigga, that's my mothafucking partner, nigga
30 g's my mothafucking ass, nigga
Imma get a grill, nigga, just to show yo' mothafucking ass what 30 g's look like
Fuck boy (ha)
Lil Flip, man, how dare you, for real, man
King of the mothafucking South, nigga
We are bout to tear this ho, nigga, can you belive it?
Lil Flip, man, will you get me one of them bow tie's and one of them top hats, nigga, please, I need one
A glitter bow ties, and one of them top hats
I want... This halloween I wanna be the leprechaun, ha this halloween
Could I please get a glitter bow tie and a top hat, please?
And my very own little pot of gold to squat over like a bitch, you sucka ass sweet boy nigga
Nigga, I'll mothafucking beat yo' ass, man
You gon' make a nigga do somethin' to yo' little pussy ass
Keep on talkin', nigga
I'm done with you for now, nigga, I'll be back, though
I'm done with you for the moment
Ha (gunshot)
(Lil Flip>) And I'll adore you, I'll treat you like milk,
I'll do nothing but spoil you
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