| Captain Crunch presents
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| Ooh, Lil Pump
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| Brr
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| Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Bring ten bitches to the back
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| Whippin' up Whitney, boy, how you do that, ooh
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| Bring ten bitches to the back
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| Whippin' up Whitney, boy, how you do that, ooh
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| Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? |
| Ooh
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| Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? |
| Ooh
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| Damn, I went and flexed like this
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| Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
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| I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
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| I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin' Wok, damn
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| And I’m off this Xan, damn, this will never stop, damn
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| Hop in a foreign and step on it
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| Sippin' on good drank, and I got a loaf on
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| Cops pull me over right now they gon' lock me up
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| 'Cause I got all this smoke on me
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| And I’m so mothafuckin' inked
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| Lookin' like the tattoo man just wrote on me
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| In the all white P1 lookin' like I got a whole bunch of coke on me
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| Slide down, ride down, I’m the king, bow down
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| One day smoke a half pound, milkin' up, cash cow
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| I’m very important, me and my gang don’t do pat downs
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| I bet I fucked yo' bitch, told foenem put the racks out
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| You know me and gang goin' for the slide
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| The shit we on finna fly
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| Yo bitch pointin' up to the sky
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| She know I got them mob ties
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| Hammer ridin' 'round with the grass
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| Hammer ridin' 'round with the cash
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| Shooters on your ass, ASAP
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| Bring ten bitches to the back
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| Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
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| Bring ten bitches to the back
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| Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
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| Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? |
| Ooh
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| Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? |
| Ooh
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| Damn, I went and flexed like this
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| Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
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| I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
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| I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin' Wok, damn
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| And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn
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| Damn, Gucci Gang on top
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| Damn, yo' bitch gave me top
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| Damn, I just gave that bitch some dick and took her to the block
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| Damn, pull up, drop top 'Rari
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| Ooh, my bitch off a molly
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| Ooh, I just gave that bitch some perc and now she actin' thottie
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| Ooh, ten bands on my neck
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| Ooh, I just love to flex
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| Yeah, off four xans Rick Rubin on a jet, wrists so cold, wrists so wet
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| Lil Pump do be runnin' that check
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| Wrists so cold, wrists so wet
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| Lil Pump do be runnin' that check
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| Wrists so cold, wrists so wet
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| Bring ten bitches to the back
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| Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
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| Bring ten bitches to the back
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| Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
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| Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? |
| Ooh
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| Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? |
| Ooh
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| Damn, I went and flexed like this
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| Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
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| I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
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| I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin' Wok, damn
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| And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whitney , by - Lil Pump. Song from the album Lil Pump, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп