Letra de Y'all Don't Want It (Feat. The Diplomats) - Lil' Flip
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[Lil� Flip, Jim Jones (repeat 4X)]
[Chorus: Lil� Flip - repeat 2X]
Y�all don�t want it with us, y�all don�t want it with us
Y�all don�t want it with us (Clover Gs!)
Y�all don�t want it with us, y�all don�t want it with us
Y�all don�t want it with us (Dip Set!)
[Verse 1: Lil� Flip]
This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane
There�s nothing like it, I swear
Can�t no other rappers compare
Cause I can spit it or write it
Just admit it, you like it
I�m the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this ain�t Making The Band
I�m tired of shaking your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle, I�m on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay)
You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all
When I move, you get one shot, hope you don�t blow it, dog
Don�t bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you
I�m tired of snakes and rats, I�m moving forward, you pacing back
While I�m in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks
You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well, even when I�m gone, my shit�ll sell
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Just let my movement protrude (Dips)
Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers)
And you niggaz that�s beefin, okay I�ll chew you like food (Yummy)
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Don�t get Houston confused (No)
Cause they music is screwed (Purple)
They ain�t slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean
They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!)
Get you tore up, we stretch �em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.)
We controllin� our section, raw shit for the fiends (I�ll smack you)
The boys controllin� my section, cause we gettin� that cream (Squalie!)
And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!)
You know I�m smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!)
So if you want it fam, you�ll get it fam, I�ll hit you man (Unnh)
And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil� Flip]
I�m ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
Cause we comin to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin twenty five rounds
Now bitch, lay it down
[Jim Jones]
So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin
And all these bottles I�m poppin, it�s uncontrollable ballin
Straight from the projects, I�m still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
I�m prepared for the streets, and I ain�t scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin� on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Lil� Flip - repeat 2X]
Y�all don�t want it with us, y�all don�t want it with us
Y�all don�t want it with us (Clover Gs!)
Y�all don�t want it with us, y�all don�t want it with us
Y�all don�t want it with us (Dip Set!)
[Verse 1: Lil� Flip]
This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane
There�s nothing like it, I swear
Can�t no other rappers compare
Cause I can spit it or write it
Just admit it, you like it
I�m the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this ain�t Making The Band
I�m tired of shaking your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle, I�m on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay)
You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all
When I move, you get one shot, hope you don�t blow it, dog
Don�t bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you
I�m tired of snakes and rats, I�m moving forward, you pacing back
While I�m in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks
You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well, even when I�m gone, my shit�ll sell
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Just let my movement protrude (Dips)
Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers)
And you niggaz that�s beefin, okay I�ll chew you like food (Yummy)
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/y-all-don-t-want-it--feat--the-diplomats--lil--flip.php
Don�t get Houston confused (No)
Cause they music is screwed (Purple)
They ain�t slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean
They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!)
Get you tore up, we stretch �em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.)
We controllin� our section, raw shit for the fiends (I�ll smack you)
The boys controllin� my section, cause we gettin� that cream (Squalie!)
And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!)
You know I�m smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!)
So if you want it fam, you�ll get it fam, I�ll hit you man (Unnh)
And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil� Flip]
I�m ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
Cause we comin to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin twenty five rounds
Now bitch, lay it down
[Jim Jones]
So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin
And all these bottles I�m poppin, it�s uncontrollable ballin
Straight from the projects, I�m still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
I�m prepared for the streets, and I ain�t scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin� on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner
[Chorus]
