Jay 305

Jay 305 - Youzza Flip (Remix) lyrics

rate me

I'm that nigga, same old nigga,

Ain't shit changed, name getting bigger!

Hoes be choosing, roochies be ruling

Fuckers you doing, bitch start screwing

I ain't here to play games with you or kiss you

Bitch youzza flipper, be on them dolphins

Since the 8th grade bitch you been tossing

They used to call you choo-choo at Dorsey

Seen her at Stars?

Yeah, at the back door

In and out the club?

Yeah, that's that hoe!

Kicking it with rappers?

Yeah, that's that hoe

Fuckin with athletes?

Yeah, that's that hoe!

Anywhere the money is, is where the pussy go

She made a career off her pussy hoe

Damn shame cause the bitch she still broke

No judging, freak show, iChat, no cuffing!

Hook:

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you ratchet!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don’t act, you passed it!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you ratchet!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you pased it!

Twenty years in, you can't help but respect it

That’s your retirement fund, I blew that on a necklace

In the club she classy,

On my buns she ratchet

I gon' kill the pussy,

should buy her a casket

These hoes don't want to be safe,

These hoes just want to get paid

Trying captain saves these hoes,

Outta hang you by your cape

Bet she got her PhD, baby girl a head doctor

Bitches flocking to my section,

They gonna follow all the sparklers

Homie watch your bitch when you bring her to the club, if you love her

You know she a flip, I take your bitch to my room and fuck her

Man I know I this broke, niggas can't stand us

So police ass nigga won’t you stop trying to handcuff!

Hook:

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you ratchet!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don’t act, you passed it!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you ratchet!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you pased it!

Ain't shit change, still young Khalifa

Big ass chain, rolling up reefer

Throwing up the gang, rapping that Taylor

Real niggas break a bitch first, they don't pay for it!

Flying down Collins, brand new Ferrari

Your bitch say she wanna fuck me, I'm sorry

Jay 305, ya that's that one song!

TGOD, I fuck her with my chucks on (chucks on!)

Tell her momma... what you gonna do

We heard you a flip, you a bitch, we ain't fucking with you!

New clothes, new car, new everything

Heard she down to fuck the whole squad and do everything

Well they must be pissed, cause these hoes ain't shit

Acting brand new when you the old model

Like the first camera phone from my Sprint!

Hook:

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you ratchet!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don’t act, you passed it!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you ratchet!

Youzza flip, we know you

Don't act, you pased it!

L.A. ratchet,

I heard that pussy burn like acid

Damn fucked you at his studio on Fairfax

I hope my nigga ain't here to bear back!

Afro on the clit that's a no-no

You's a neighborhood flip they call you row-row

You at the county getting food stamps you do-do

I'm on World Star looking at new-new!

In Hollywood every night, ratchet

You letting niggas hit it raw, you nasty

Been on your knees sucking dick so they ashy

You got a trip to pay for everything ratchet!

I passed it, ace thrashed it!

Flying out of town fuck them niggas shooting bastards

(You don't know me)

Bitch, yeah I do

(You don't know me)

Bitch, yeah I do!

Youzza flip!

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