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Whip Lyrics by 2 Chainz 2 Chainz
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Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
They really wanna keep us outside
'Cause you know we go way too live
Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don't go under
Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don't go under
Sell a bird, KFC
And it was twenty LLC's
'Alexa, play,' who played me?
Just made a mil' like Meek
Pick a side, no in-between
Roll an L with the winning team
She a king like Billie Jean
I want smoke, yeah, nicotine
Is you finer than Fashion Nova?
I wanna really see what's in them jeans
Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it's just a quick weave?
I'm 'bout the S with the lines through 'em
Partition with the blinds pulled
Had a deal on the table from Arm Hammer, I was gonna sign to 'em
Back at it again, whippin' again, once again, yeah
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I'm the same, yeah
Skrrt off the block, hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside
'Cause you know we go way too live
Too turnt up for your club
4AM, ain't fucked up
GLE, 63 Benz
Yeah, it really depends
Yeah, I'm covered, I'm drenched
Wet floor signs, hope you don't slip
Yeah, my homie a Crip
Seafood and you is a shrimp
Money tall, you gonna need stilts
Rap or Go to the League blimp
Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah
She do whatever I want, yeah
I had the Maybach for five years
I still never sat in the front, yeah
I bought her designer, lil' mama, I'm proud of her
She got a body, pick her out a lineup
She ever leave me, I'm comin' to find her
Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas
Back at it again, whippin' again, once again, yeah
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I'm the same, yeah
Skrrt off the block, hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside
'Cause you know we go way too live
Too turnt up for your club
4AM, ain't fucked up
Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don't go under
Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don't go under
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