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Albums:

Whip My Hair (Willow) · Whip It (Del Rubio Triplets) · Whip [T.P.] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Suzie Cracks the Whip (Blues Traveler) · Whip-Smart (Liz Phair) · Whip It On (The Raveonettes) · Another Crack of the White Whip (Whitehouse) · Suzie Cracks the Whip (Blues Traveler) · American Whip (Joy Zipper) · Whip It [Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


now it's CB

What, uh, come on
It's Friday, weekday, leavin' work early
Hop in the whip with the flip, get my girl
It's hair shop, facial, nails
wonder
I drive like a days of thunder
Pass your numba
My whip ain't a closet lady
You all in the office baby
My hair is wavy
Is zap co goin crazy
It
Where I took off all my clothes
And I was terrified by the look in your eyes
But there's a lot to loving I don't know

Well you took me
Sex time around you
I feel the same my body
There's no pressure, baby
You know I keep it so real that I can't help you got the whip appeal
What's
Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair
That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner bumming twenties as if I was the mayor
I don't need any
walk right
I use 2's by 2's
Like I'll you stupid
Toilet paper niggas streets up,
When It's time for me to use it
Take a picture of my hair cut
My
sheds a tear
Black gat black whip no tags on it
Face tats cause for sure gon throw the mask on it
Burner on my lap nigga muthafuck the cops
DEA
with work in my backpack
G's all up in that shit
G's all up in that bitch
Drunk calling me by my government
Running shit, gunning shit, shopping in
the color of my true love's hair,
his face so soft & wondrous cared"}

AZ {Verse One}
Chop the pie up, four ways, get lyed up
Infiltrate, never violate
hair
One kiss, my bonny sweetheart
For I'm after a prize tonight
But I shall be back with the yellow gold
Before the morning light
Yet if they press
black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

By alfred noyes and phil ochs
don't nuttin move but the money

Ayo strong arm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his
on the headrest
Bitch
Buscemi frame by my favorite chair
Asian hair on a Dominican with Cajun flare
I keep the coke clean, father and son dope fiends
Mother
hidin' in a hole when my album got released

Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse,
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
my pants

This feeling's so good in every single way
I want it morning, noon and night of every day
And if by chance I can not have it I can't say
of ours, is empowered by my niggas who pumping
Twenty four hours of slang motion, wave brush
Ya knew my hair was the ocean, running through the building
a flaw (uh huh)
Why shouldn't I wear this much ice
The Princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?
Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)
With
a flaw (uh huh)
Why shouldn't I wear this much ice
The Princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?
Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)
With
the money cause I gotta feed my ego
Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas' rent due
Put my life on it, I can show you how a brick move (Whip It)
Baking soda
got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, Cherie amour, to a belle
Merci, you fine as fuck
You better - are-E-S-P-E-see-T me"

I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, cherie
enough to not care
I get active - might slap a bitch with my hair (whip)
Left coast up top I bang that shit
My sparkling wine'll pop crystal on her lip
Beemer with the Florida State tag
Hair did, tatted up, wit a whole lotta ass
Headed to the strip club with a whole lotta cash
In the back surrounded by