Lyrics

(Johnny Juliano) whip it (CardoGotWings) whip it, whip it Whip it real good He whip a half to a whole one For the princesa de coca (coca) Every time I start rapping It's like I can't feel my boca (boca) I got hoes in Miami And I got bitches in Boca (Boca) They be whippin' up yammies And they be sellin' their chocha (Aw, shit) whatchu know about that shit? You don't know about that shit Lil' nigga whip rented (whip it, whip it) He ain't never bought that shit He ain't got no pink slip Lil' mama whatchu bendin'? She ain't never got that tip She don't know about that strip Real bitches stay winnin' (winnin', winnin') It's only real in my clique It's only real in my whip Whip it, whip it It's only real in my clique It's only real in my whip (whip it, whip it, real girl) Whip it, whip it It's only real in my clique (whip it, whip it) It's only real in my whip (whip it, whip it, real girl) This a one of one I'm vintage piece from '95 to '93 (aw, shit) I'm Just Don, the gallery If other bitches major league (aw, shit) I'm zooming off a Xan' and weed 'Cause Frankie baby got the lean (you know it) We blowing money quicker than It growin' on a paper tree (we're rich) Feeling like Rih' with the Roc Boyz (whip it) Just won a chip off the shot, boy Young rich Riley with the pot, boy Used to have a buzz Bet you now I got a lot, boy Used to take the bus Now it's how you drop the top, boy? (whip it, whip it, whip it) Pulled up to valet, what's happening? (What's happening?) I brought that Lamb' in the trap again I feel like A.I., like what the fuck I'm doing, practicin'? (Bitch) Lit in this bitch, like I'm Edison Light skinned bitch, roll my medicine This ain't no bars, this adrenaline Me and them hoes, no comparison Other than the fact, we feminine Flow soundin' venomous Whippin' the track with some elegance They just want beef for the relevance Chopper go off like it's elephants I cannot fuck with you hoes, I am celibate, bitch (Aw, shit) whatchu know about that shit? You don't know about that shit Lil' nigga whip rented (whip it, whip it) He ain't never bought that shit He ain't got no pink slip Lil' mama whatchu bendin'? She ain't never got that tip She don't know about that strip Real bitches stay winnin' (winnin', winnin') It's only real in my clique It's only real in my whip Whip it, whip it It's only real in my clique It's only real in my whip (whip it, whip it, real girl) Whip it, whip it It's only real in my clique (whip it, whip it) It's only real in my whip (whip it, whip it) With the black girls and white girls With gold grillz, major clean (aw, shit) This a bust-down, a gold crown Whole pound major green (aw, shit) Killed a hoe's self-esteem IG is Maybelline (you know it) Diamonds hit, they super lit It's lookin' like a laser beam (we're rich) Whipped the beat, like what you mad for? Whipped it, like fuck is you bein' so bad for? This the whip that come equipped with the sad doors This the shit that have me in through the back doors Your like Perkins, 'cause you almost get in with the winners But suck 'cause you only get backboard I need all my money from the promoter Like, nigga, the fuck did you think that I rap for? Picture you, picture me settlin' 'Member when clubs wouldn't let us in Talk about dress codes and hecklin' Now we out here and they welcomin' Maybe 'cause they money prevalent Maybe my success is evident Ball on you bitches my sentiments Ball on you niggas like feminists Whippin' the whip 'til it ain't nothin' left of it You in the whip but you ain't to the left of it (Aw, shit) whatchu know about that shit? You don't know about that shit Lil' nigga whip rented (whip it, whip it) He ain't never bought that shit He ain't got no pink slip Lil' mama whatchu bendin'? She ain't never got that tip She don't know about that strip Real bitches stay winnin' (winnin', winnin') It's only real in my clique It's only real in my whip Whip it, whip it It's only real in my clique It's only real in my whip (whip it, whip it, real girl) Whip it, whip it It's only real in my clique (whip it, whip it) It's only real in my whip (whip it, whip it) (It's only real in my whip) (It's only real in my whip) Aw, shit (aw, shit) Aw, shit (aw, shit) You know it
Writer(s): John Earl Julian, Brock Korsan, Ronald N. La Tour, Bianca Landrau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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