Lyrics:
When the sun doth shine and the moon doth glow And the grass doth grow Needless to say, the beast was stunned Whip-crack went his whippy tail
fuck them keyboard beats Hip hop hippy, jump in my whippy Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon "Cha cha cha, forward back Cha
Here It's over here! And we blow the spot Put ya' city on the map and it's called the T.Dot Oh oh oh Ya don' know? Corrup and Whippy, that's East
let me be Wit my City, the Nasty, Official and keepin' niggas whippy To hit me, wit the Valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties I got drafted,
through the same old ends with the same old friends All my niggas from my early team And I need whippies from the fastest dreams My baby vogue, and she damn
the paper Got rich off that whippy whip Almost died trying like I'm 50 cent Get the shit and then flip the shit Spend the profit like I'm richy rich Nigga
Feel me Uh yeah yo So what you know about these cold nights Whippy looking spooky on the road like Decipticons with soul ties I mean who you seen with
on the whippy I pull up at 12 at the back of the Benz Shawty she in for the bag 20 inside in the Maison margiel, huh They said a hunnid thousand in cash And that
What lick read Movin on that 10 speed Stuntin like I'm 50 I'm back in that kitchen cookin up it's getting whippy Twist up the sticky She thuggin kuz she
caught a L on my side Promise I'ma put your heads on display Told my mother it'll be okay Cop a new cribby in the city one day Drop new whippys put
it hit it bit go pa pa Baby in my mentions in the whippy give me top top Powder on her gums lil baby going she got lock jaw Niggas talking money
finger itchy 5 on trainers, 8 on blicky Talk shit now his drip turn drippy In the bando with my bro bro whippy Distracted so the food got burnt Gyalie
her a whippy (what) She tell me I'm pretty I tell her grab on me Grab on my nuts, yeah, grab, grab, grab Grab on my nuts, yeah, grab, grab, grab Grab
On some hippy shit I never like to get violent Once I get my whippy whip I'm bout to let her drive it Ever been with a rapper girl? You should try it Strong
compete Mr whippy got me geeked Too much baddies in the beach All my dogs they be on leash Too much baddies in the beach Oh no you can't compete I
like four niggas with me And they all got hot tempers bitch packed in the whippy Plus this quarter tank of gass Don't know how far it's gone get me I'll
City, the Nasty, Official and keepin niggas whippy To hit me, wit the Valentine, forties and bag the bad shorties I got drafted, because the fuckin Armee
99, I’m Mr whippy Oh you never seen that wave Baby just give me space I ain’t never step my place Why you been on my case?
bread we the perfect duo (Ma) You don't depend on nobody else money girl you number uno (Ma) Well you gotta admit that ma brand new whippy got you feeling
pilots trackin' how I been Measurin' for a size 10 Whippy bangs with cold feet All images, I'm 'gon take a piece I'll leave enough just to keep with me
(Ricky!) London to Mississippi I condense the flow just to give you skinny I'm cold like, Mr. Whippy, sipping on the Tyskie Don't talk to feds if you want
smocks been itchy, let's move quickly They soft like Mr whippy, our raps hard like stiffys These hacks mask their envy, let's pack plaques and get free Get
she know how to paste Give her whippy when I nut on her face Whip it off now she can leave my place All a Lil nigga needed was space They don like how
doors God they love to love us Callin’ on my line Don’t be tellin’ me the time girl I’ll have time for you But I can’t ever rewind no Pulling up a whippy
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