Lil' Flip - U Neva Know (feat. Butch Ca**idy) lyrics

(feat. Butch Ca**idy) (Intro: Lil' Flip) Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man You know Mr. Like A Pimp - ha ha I'm in here wit my dog Butch Ca**idy Check me out, check me out (Verse 1: Lil' Flip) I came in the door (door), I told y'all before (fore) I never fall in love wit a motherf**ing hoe (hoe) I keep it pimpin like Good Game, I'm still in the hood man Drinkin my purple stuff and grippin my wood grain (my wood grain) I got hoes in area codes like Ludacris (Ludacris) You think I'm trickin my dough - that's some stupid sh** I got a plan to be a man cause I sell bricks So you can let that other n***a get your nails fixed I treat a b**h like a b**h, a lady like a queen Spit my game, get in her brain, now she on my team And after we done I might call you later (might) Just holla at a player (yeah) (Chorus: Butch Ca**idy) + (Lil' Flip) Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be f**in your b**h Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be f**in your b**h U neva know, and you neva know.. when somebody might be f**in your b**h Cause you neva know, cause you neva know (Yeeah, cause it might just be) (Look, a n***a like me) (Verse 2: Lil' Flip) I told her, "keep it on the low, boo" I know you got a man I ain't wit that lovi-dovi sh**, I ain't holdin hands (uh uh) Just call me when you get off work cause right now I'm busy (I'm busy) And when I finished what I'm doin, we can kick it (ahh) I know ya n***a be goin through your phone (uh huh) But it's cool cause every night I been roamin in this home (ha) That n***a lame cause he don't even smoke wit you Take trips on the boat wit you, kick back and show wit you (Chorus: Butch Ca**idy) + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations) (Verse 3: Lil' Flip) Now you can roll (you can roll) but you know we kick it all night (all night) Cause your friends is my friends, ain't that alright (alright) Now look (look), I got a flight to make And I can't be runnin late cause I'm about that cake I got business in H2's (what else?), yachts and boats (what else?) I got crocodile shoes, leather minks and coats I'm still livin the hood life, but I'm livin the good life So don't get mad cause I'm bangin ya wife (n***a!) You like to make love (make love) but she want it rough (she want it rough) You need to talk to her (talk to her) cause she had enough (she had enough) You think you got it locked (you got it locked) but I got the key Cause I'm a motherf**ing P-I-M-P (Verse 4: Butch Ca**idy) You never know, these undercover hoes Is fallin, you got to stay on your toes They plottin schemes, or better they chasin dreams But no, these hoes ain't movin me (meeee!) I chased and f**ed, no b**h can get me stuck Well I'm just going to try my luck (hooo hoo) They end up sick and hurt, but leavin in a skirt Then find some better love to f** (ahh) (Chorus: Butch Ca**idy) + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations) (Outro: Butch Ca**idy) Di di di da di di di di da Da da da da da Di di di da di di di di da Da da da da da You'll never know.. when somebody might be f**in your b**h (yeah yeah) Just never know.. when your b**h is eatin dick (eatin dick) Huh huh (huh huh)