Skippa Da Flippa – D.A.M.N. (feat. Sauce Walka)



[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Older drop, drip top
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn
We don’t fold under pressure
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops (swear)
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Why would I care?
Me and money I think’s the perfect pair (Swear)
I gotta go hard, my niggas, I share(Swear)
I am so icy, call me Flip LaFlare
I’m havin’, I pop an Addy, then add it
I win the race even when I’m in traffic
But I’m strapping
You know that I am well past ya
I’m Madden, you can call me Flip McDabbin’ (Dab)
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Throw the work like I’m Pam
Jacket made out of lamb, bought my bro a trans-am
This is really who I am, damn
Water, water, water, water, water been, Flip a baller (water)
Skippa Flippa been a baller, she ready every time I call her
Couple bags what I bought her! (Flippa)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Older drop, drip top
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn
We don’t fold under pressure
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Sauce got it, never gave a damn
Bitch I need the jelly, you can keep the jam
Horse mouth, bitch, like Pam
Blowin’ up my inbox like spam
Little bitty bitch you a boca boo
How could I go hit the club with you?:
How could I go make a dub with you?
You fuckin’ for free and you prostitute
Is you a boss bitch or lost bitch?
Hi, my name is Albert, I drip sauce, bitch
I could get you a house, bitch
Ain’t you sleepin’ on a couch, bitch?
I got diamonds in my mouth, bitch
$20,000 on the outfit
Shootin’ movies like Brad Pitt
Talkin’ cash shit, yeah, spazz, bitch

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Older drop, drip top
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a dam
We don’t fold under pressure
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Black op, shellshocked (whoo)
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)

[Verse 3: Skippa Da Flippa]
Roll up the cookie, I came a long way from being a rookie
Before I got kicked out I always played hooky
I am Lil Flippa, I’m close to the edge but don’t push me D.A.M.N., my best friend name is Benjamin
Another night, another show, another 10(10)
I rock the stage, they tell me come again
Hold up, I drop an eight in a liter
I thank God that I’m the Siamese Lisa
Having ENT and I am the leader
Run out of cash and I swipe on the VISA
Oh please sir, I smoke zip on a cheetah
Double park the ‘Rari, don’t pay the meter
[?] so he flex the Lamb
Tell him do tricks while I ghostride the Bimmer
Kill Bill, pop a seal, can you really keep it real?
If you hatin’ now, you been hatin’
It means you’re fake, and this is really how I feel
Vacay I took in the cabins
Never ask John Madden, ask McFadden
I’m havin’ karats, and I’m not ashin’
Choppas do damage and I’m still dabbin! (Flippa)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Older drop, drip top
VS1, there’s no tickin’ in my Rollie watch
Flip a pack, watch it lock non-stop
Ziploc, now my diamonds like a damn (water)
We don’t fold under pressure
I change the cars like the kids change semesters
Fall back a little if you think he’s extra
I’m very humble, but I never gave a damn
See? Is Semi not on me?
You can’t be real, so you fake and phony
I grip that stick a lot more when I’m lonely
I’m ready like Tony ’cause I ain’t ever gave a damn
Black op, shellshocked (Whoo)
Meet my bitch and then we lip lock
His and hers Lambs, I drive mine in flip-flops(Swear)
I’m from the Nawf, I ain’t ever gave a damn (Flippa)



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