Title: Starched & Cleaned
Album: I Need Mine $$
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Marcus Edwards, Milton Powell, Wesley Weston
Lyric:
Let's do it, starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Aye, the whole world like, "Flip, where the f*** you been?"
On vacation, ridin' in my Maybach Benz
I'm swangin' left and right like I ain't got no license
The n*** on my hip, I call it Iron Mike Tyson
And you already know what we mix our Sprites in
Yellow gold, that's where we dip our ice in
Your h***, that's where we stick our pipes in
Homie, I'm free stylin', I'm not writin'
Man I be reppin' Texas way harder than y'all
I'm a millionaire, d***, I'm way smarter than y'all
I got fifteen p***, cars with no leases
A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream, you know I'm
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone, I be rollin' hella chrome
Clover watch with yellow stones, I'm shinin'
Cook the w*** then get it gone, break it down to all zones
And don't be talkin' on your phone, hello, 'cause we grindin'
See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's glass now
Ya'll be ridin' on 3's, you ain't like them Clover G's
I got a ticket at the light 'cause my rims ain't stop
And I hope he don't smell all this smoke comin' out
You know the Clover G's first, them Squad-Up next
So all my enemies, you better guard ya chest
'Cause everyday I'm fly now, yeah, my paper high now
And I represent Screwed Up Click until I die
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
I'm a H-Town n***, stay down, n***
Parkin' at the club, at the playground, n***
I don't lay down, n***, I lay n*** down
I rock Sean John linen and I don't play around
I push more teeth than the motiff, I get my grind on homie
Everything starched down like I get my iron on
And I still represent the same neighborhood
Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood
I'm a hood, n***, tight, white, white ones
Bad b*** get head pinned, I'ma go pull out the right ones
I shine like diamonds, swangin' wide with the roof back
Cushion the amp with the roof cracked, d***, is hot, I'ma loot that
Aye, I'm poppin' out and lookin' good fresh out that wood grain
Recline the buck and hold the cup before I switch lane
I'm in that brain stain where seven disc change
It's in the wind but spinnin' rims when the speed gain
Oh, yeah, this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned
I'm poppin' doors and pullin' h*** before I flee the scene
They catch us steppin' out with foreign doors and plenty slab
It's Don Ke and young Flippa, n***, do the math
They doin' suicide, the brains blowin' out
It's chrome strutzin', buttergutcha, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
It's S.U.C., Screwston, Texas so we slowed down
You sip, you drink and get your brain, this is H-Town
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
