Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Whip, artist - Lecrae. Album song Church Clothes 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2013
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Let It Whip |
| Yo, aye look |
| 5th wheel straight hangin' |
| Grip the grain, I’m swangin' |
| It’s Texas all on my roots boy |
| Ain’t no point in me changing |
| On 45, trunk bangin' |
| From fair park to south acres |
| I hit big T’s then I hit kings |
| In the same day no playin |
| I’m whippin, I’m dippin though the great state of Texas |
| I used to rock the gold, tall t’s with a necklace |
| My car wasn’t mean but I kept that thing clean |
| Paint chip, couple dents |
| And the brakes used to scream |
| Oh well, I still gotta let that trunk knock |
| Hear me beatin down yo block |
| And my car just stopped again |
| Mayne, my gas gauge don’t work |
| I can’t tell how much gas I got man |
| Let it whip |
| I let it whip |
| I said I let it whip |
| Hold up |
| Let it whip |
| Paul Wall, baby |
| All ready |
| I pull up, trunk bumpin' like a bad shave |
| Speakers blastin' extra loud with the trunk raised |
| Four tires lookin fresher than a pair of J’s |
| Seven cars right behind me in this SLAB Parade |
| I’m a pro, I work the wood like a carpenter |
| Everybody tippin down, no bartender |
| Candy paint, make em take my picture, offered them |
| Money on my phone like a telemarketer |
| I weave the 'Lac through traffic like Malaysian hair |
| My fifth wheel bow down like it’s time for prayer |
| All speakers in the trunk, bro, no spare |
| Paint job, 10 racks for 10 thousand stares |
| Yea sir |
| Hey look yo car might be rusty |
| Your ride might be old |
| But that thing get you from A to B |
| So go and put the thing on the road |
| Mane you ain’t gotta be stuntin |
| Got a good job, a little money |
| Aye you don’t need no car note |
| You debt free and they frontin' |
| They strugglin' |
| You grateful you ain’t sittin on the bus, and |
| Got 4 wheels, I got a little bills and that’s so real, it’s 100 |
| That’s factory, gon play that |
| That’s Japanese, well gon say that |
| Your leather cracked, and yo roof scratched |
| Well I’m cool with that so gon lay back |
| Don’t need a Benz and no Maybach |
| No CD player, got 8-track |
| You old school, thats yo cool |
| Don’t let nobody say jack |
| Just ride, don’t let them kill yo vibe |
| Yo air don’t work? |
| Go and let them windows down |
| And let that thing whip |