| sittin on leather thats all
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| better than the cow that it came from
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| i like to go fast i like to blow hash
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| you like a women 'cause you way bad
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| the only thing i really give you is all your water and gas
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| you roll around the block
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| i let your voice knock
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| and other girls get jelous at the bus stop
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| its like a party when we got to hit the car wash
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| i pancake you all up like ihop
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| and then i work on your voice at the beach shop
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| the work will see you come through when their knees knock
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| you aint been wit no body before
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| and i know be’cause i got you off the show room floor
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| we dont double date wait we go dutch
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| your automatic to me you i can never touch your clutch
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| the pictures are perfection when you see us roll up
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| i dont even have a freak out doin donuts
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| i grip the steerin wheel like i grip a gang of paper
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| baby got an attitude man from all scrapers
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| we bet against the lakers
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| wake up all the neighbors
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| my whip is not a taxi we dont do favors
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| i said if your skinny i said if your thick
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| i just washed it dont scratch the whip
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| dont scratch the whip
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| -Equipto
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| man dont scratch it
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| 'less you got scratch to match it
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| seen in zig zag through traffic
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| CAPRICE CLASSIC classic
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| dont drive wreckless
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| often liqour you scratch the rims up
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| and knowin this pimps up hoes down
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| you smashin thru the whole town
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| and po po’s say slow down
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| everyday mash the gas like i just dont care
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| when i blow i ask the blunt any where
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| im a left lane ride to the next day
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| i pull a hudini if i wanna escape
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| roll like an essay still yell at whors
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| dont scratch the whip bitch
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| this shit aint yours
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| came back off tour with your front in tore
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| i had to smash the rentel to the instore
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| baby was sore on all fours
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| no mi amors
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| dont scratch the whip bitch
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| this shit aint yours
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| -Andre Nickainta
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| SHIT i wear shades in the car like im stevie wonder
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| i drive like a days of thunder
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| pass your numba
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| my whip aint a closet lady
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| you all in the office baby
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| my hair is wavy
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| is zap co goin crazy
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| it sumerge like the navy
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| when its me and her i dont even think about you baby
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| im sorry that it sounds so shady
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| this time me and my whip can forget the gravy
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| hands out like you pay me
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| i party wit percision now
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| i got it wax something detail
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| its sorta like a manaquire kim lee nails
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| fine female even tho you need a key
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| start you up and u comin home wit me
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| my whip
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| -Shag Nasty
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| i wish a hoe would scratch my whip
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| hell yea ima act up and start to trip
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| some niggas might let you get away wit that shit
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| but a mac like me would say bull shit
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| ima reach back like a pimp and bust a hoe lip
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| 'cause i work too damn hard for this shit
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| candy paint stickin rims like black diamonds
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| coke white interior wood grains shown im shinin
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| in the trunk them 15's on the back
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| the shit cost g’s now mothaf**ka can you buy that
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| i thinks not so you hoes better check yourself
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| for you f**k around and wreck yourself
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| f**kin wit a nigga whip could be hazordous to health
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| get hurt quick find your self by your self
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| 'cause a freinds ride is like a niggas best freind
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| if you f**k wit that you f**kin wit him
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| so dont do it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Whip, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Bullet Symphony Horns And Halos #3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп