Reign - Flip Flop Hip Hop lyrics

They be like “Reign Can you teach me how to Dougie?” f** no, I'm only half black, buddy And still my stock rising like the NASDAQ, buddy While you, you, and you in a hatchback buggy You say you got that loud, can you pa** that for me? I bet I mow it down like a crash test dummy She might be with you, but your girl say she love me And no I'm not kidding, check her Facebook sonny Whoa…so me and Nick up in the studio ‘Bout to make Ben Franco's (Benjamin Franklins) like Julio (Julio Franco) Used to play for the Braves, don't expect you to know Got my girl bent over the counter: pharmaceutical And I think I need another dose… Ran up in it now she looking kinda comatose Yo b**h look a little tough, she could comb her toes The flow sick, so sick, I could blow my nose And you would think it's dope [Nick Incardone: (blows nose)] See? And now these hating n***as are as quiet as can be… Ya hear em? I swear they never gave me a real reason to fear ‘em Cause I'm straight up out the HCO and I ain't talking Hollister Got ya head nodding, put yo' neck on hydraulics, uh Rapping like a turban, you would think I'm Islamic, but If you still dreaming then we got nothing in common, yup! Cause now my dreams are my day-to-day It's crazy how my flow lazy on Labor Day And to my girl Jane, I promise I ain't changed Except my name, so my HCO gang Be like like “Reign… …Can you teach me how to smooth talk?” You know why? Cause all these girls on my jock She say I get inside her soul (shoe sole) like a pair of socks It sound wrong but feel right like a paradox Ah, ah, ah, now baby what your name is? Gimme your digits plus them b**hes that you came with Ain't got a girlfriend, but I got main chick And when I'm with her I be acting like y'all ain't sh**, uh… That's just the way it go, baby It's been that way since sixteen years old, baby But Mrs. Wrong's been waiting all night long And she swallow the wrapper like she chewing on stride gum [sh** talking…admittedly, that was a dope line.] They say he ain't real, there's gotta be a loophole I'm going off the melon like a mothaf**in fruitbowl, yup! And now my dreams are my day-to-day It's crazy how my flow lazy on Labor Day I know a girl who's hoping that I never say her name And so she sending these texts my way like “Alex! I heard you got a mixtape!” Girl kiss my a** and then tell me how that sh** taste You tried to play me, but I've already been played And been made to a better man…mmkay? Haha, yeah rapping like a sensei And when I'm done all them n***as say “sensa-tional Reign, you a bad mothaf**a” I tell 'em I just get it from my Dad mothaf**a… So whattup pop? Your son is all over these streets like a bus stop And yeah I'm all about my green like a Cub Scott Or Cub Scout, n***a this is what I'm ‘bout, whattup!?