Jackboy – Flip The VIN Lyrics

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See my nigga in a stole-o I told him go and flip the VIN
See my cellie catch a elbow watch him take it to the chin
I’ll never sell my soul but I’ll sell coke inside the trap
Can’t ever love no hoe when streets start calling send em back
They flexing on these niggas I don’t even got to hit the gym
I’m balling hard I dunk on shit then hang right on the rim
I pulled up in a Rolls you know I’m jumping out the back
I pay a nigga to drive so that 4 5 stay on my lap

I pay a nigga to drive so if you shoot I’m shooting back
I stack my money tall I got this bitch sayin’ hi to Shaq
I remember catching city buses tryna chase my dream
With a pocket full of stolen gold tryna cash out for some green
See my cellie catch a elbow like he playing basketball
Bought my hoe canary yellow diamonds pissed my side bitch off
I’m steady thumbing through that money I done got a paper cut
Instead of always tryna diss me jit go get your paper up

See my nigga in a stole-o I told him go and flip the VIN
See my cellie catch a elbow watch him take it to the chin
I’ll never sell my soul but I’ll sell coke inside the trap
Can’t ever love no hoe when streets start calling send em back
They flexing on these niggas I don’t even got to hit the gym
I’m balling hard I dunk on shit then hang right on the rim
I pulled up in a Rolls you know I’m jumping out the back
I pay a nigga to drive so that 4 5 stay on my lap

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I would never sell my soul fuck these hoes I got bank rolls
You niggas bitches dirty like my dish y’all got stank hoes
We make a witness no longer a witness that’s how the game goes
Hopping out the back seat of the Ranger Rover nigga we get in
My partner just got life in thirty years he took it on the chin
He told me Boosie I’ll be back again and smiled with a grin
I really been there I had life in jail for dunking on these niggas like a gym there
You tryna swim with sharks bitch you better have your swimwear or drown again
You pussies try to stop my dream I had to seen them in Taratino
I had real love for this nigga I thought he was my real friend
Plus my own blood brother for that money sold your soul motherfucker

See my nigga in a stole-o I told him go and flip the VIN
See my cellie catch a elbow watch them take it to the chin
I’ll never sell my soul but I’ll sell coke inside the trap
Can’t ever love no hoe when streets start calling send em back
They flexing on these niggas I don’t even got to hit the gym
I’m balling hard I dunk on shit then hang on the rim
I pulled up in a Rolls you know I’m jumping out the back
I pay a nigga to drive so that 4 5 stay on my lap

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