Lil Flip Lyrics - Let My Hair Blow lyrics

Let My Hair Blow lyrics (Lyrics)

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[talking]
Yeah fa sho (whoa), its Lil Rizzie Rizzie Ron
(you aint know) Ima let my hair blizzie blizzie blow
(blizzie blizzie blow) nigga, uh yeah uh, what

[Hook]
I let my drop top down, to let my hair blow
No time for playing around, I gotta have dough
I love green, boss paper and leaves
Addicted to making gs, my nigga thats just me

[Lil Ron]
Its sunny outside, pull a drop out on Sunday
My car model chrome, while its going down the one way
You push them Hundais, but Im in a old school classic
And when I cruise the city, dog I hold up the traffic
Now there you have it, I build my status
When you start choking that blunt, please pass it
Hundreds Im flashing, so you can know that Im not broke
You maybe got a little change, but I got a lot mo
And Im dressed in Gucci, plus Im rocking ice
And what I paid for my chain, I could of bought your life
I keep my shit tight, best believe Im on no
And that drank, got a nigga moving in slow mo
I might approach your gal, and make her drop her panties
When I get through, Im on the first flight to Miami
I know you cant stand me, but I dont give a damn
And I always remember, Lil Ron is who the fuck I am

[Hook x2]

[Lil Ron]
Its all gravy baby, in a gray Mercedes
Hollin at your lady, trust me I do that daily
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See Im keeping it gangsta, and Im quick to shank you
Plus the Franklins in my pockets, got my shorts to my ankles
No thank you, cause Lil Ron dont deal with marks
Id rather chill up in my mansion, and get endo sparked
I press a button and start, the 6-4 Cheve
My tires mad at my rims, they say they too heavy
Im bout my feddy, please recognize and realize
Im 52, but my main bitch, 65
With green eyes, and some thick yellow thighs
And everywhere she go, you know she gotta stay fly
But me dog, Im a fool with it
You get a check for two hundred , and you cool with it
See I need five digits, Im addicted to gs
Love that green paper, and them sticky green leaves
Know what I mean

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Now I might hit the park, rolling in a Benzo
Cant see me cause Im in a solo
Lil Ron blowing hydro endo smoke
Pockets sitting fatter than fat Albert, cause we gotta have it
Hey Hey Hey, Hey Hey nigga we bout it
Bout making money, bout flipping honeys
Bout making sure, or life grow something
See the girls in the club, make em twerk something
Still a thug with em, Ima have to hurt something

[talking]
Ha ha (huh), thats how we do it
We laying all you fake bustas down
Feel me, feel me