Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whip It, artist - Casey Veggies. Album song Life Changes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PNCINTL
Song language: English
Whip It |
| The way it stack like when in pain cause I can’t believe it |
| I be stunting in the hood like it ain’t no secret |
| Pull up two door up in Compton and I’m bumpin Jeezy |
| And my girl hop in the car then she turn on CV |
| Plus these rap niggas be straight rhyming reason |
| I be swaggin my shit hotter than Top Ramen even |
| Out in Houston, yeah, and that’s just for the weekend |
| All my niggas waking up, like we hitting dreams then |
| Niggas sippin lean, Japanese ripped up jeans |
| While your wife she flipped the team |
| That’s why my main chick a queen |
| I put on for my city, she put on tight jeans |
| And then show her ass, and it’s everythin what it seems |
| My cousin rock a ring, sock you in your spleen |
| Gotta keep your heart strong, through all these broken dreams |
| I rock these chains in my soul really made me bling |
| At the El Rey, sold out, and I’m only 18 |
| My life swisher mean went, on a different scene |
| Copped my mama Tiffany’s God singing symphonies |
| Cape on, chest out, feelin like Hercules |
| At the mall, going hard, making purchases |
| I went up, I came down off adversity |
| Baby girl never went to no university |
| She was droppin it of that spot, doing it all for that gwap |
| Hope her heart make it stop, take a shot for |
| Had dreams of the crib, suicide doors |
| I’m a dog for the money on all fours |
| Didn’t want to ride Honda or no Accords |
| Baby girl bad and she call me lord |
| Whip it, put it in a pot, then you make it stir |
| Baby need a job and I got that work |
| She was actin shy so I went in first |
| How she get this fly, I invented her |
| My fans want sequels, my clan run equal |
| Girl I wish I can redo every time I gotta leave you |
| Livin lethal, dodgin evil when I’m steady flexin |
| Sending signs to the sky, hope he get the message |
| What do you do when your first rhymes get old |
| Your mind get grown and it’s time to get on |
| Only make songs with the vibe that hit home |
| I put rims on my flaws and I tint my wrongs |
| She told me, she told me she can’t leave she already gone |
| I can quit right now, I’m already on |
| That’s how high right now I got this shit on lock down |
| Like murder eight counts, you ain’t never gon get out |
| Nah, this where they never gonn be proud |
| But at least I gave my all, and I made my mama smile |
| Passin the heavy flow, grabs with a steady growth |
| Yeah girl I want your heart, ass and your schedule |
| Whip it, put it in a pot, then you make it stir |
| Baby need a job and I got that work |
| She was actin shy so I went in first |
| How she get this fly, I invented her |