Lyrics Do I - WHIPPED CREAM, Baby Goth, Mulatto

Do I

Hahaha
Oh shit
Oh
Ice, uh-uh
Big Latto
(It's WHIPPED CREAM)
Hop out the whip in Dior
I push to start, ain’t no key
I blow a bag when I’m bored
Don’t leave your nigga 'round me (Uh)
If I’m reach you ain’t no coco, I’m finna go loco
Bitch you better duck, uh
Handle all my problems dolo, I’m pullin' up solo
Bitch just like cup
Hop out the seat (Hop out the seat)
And these bitches sick (And these bitches sick)
I take your nigga and I flood his face, just like my wrist (Just like my wrist)
And I want the smoke, I dare one these rap bitches, gon' drop a diss
The coupe automatic but you know I’m riding 'round with that stick
Bitch do I look like I care?
(Care)
Bitch do I look like I’m scared?
(Scared)
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
I do not want you want your man (Your man)
Bitch do I look like a fan?
(Fan)
(WHIPPED CREAM)
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
(WHIPPED CREAM) Do I?
She do not want trouble
Pop out the whip and I’m bussin' you, pop, oh
We got the piece like a puzzle
He like her pale, beacoup
I let the cookie crumble, he eat it up and it’s not subtle
My job is not humble, anybody’s like a bee, bumble
Fuck like a in the cabby
He want my balance, he needs some statics
She runs the cash and all of 'em dashin'
All of those hatin' ass hoes in a casket
We makin' a scene when I’m fuckin' with hot bitch
Bring in the heaters, it’s gon' leave you with hot shit
Bitch do I look like I care?
(Care)
Bitch do I look like I’m scared?
(Scared)
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
I do not want you want your man (Your man)
Bitch do I look like a fan?
(Fan)
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
These bitches don’t want no trouble
I pull up on bitches and pop at they bubble
Just want the face, I don’t wanna cuddle
Don’t want your nigga 'cause he undercover
Chill out the jewelry VV’s
I rap for the sneakers, they CC
I bet your lil' sister want meet me
A nigga want friend me, but I make him eat me
Big Latto worth a couple millions
That’s why these hoes in they feelings
Creep down your block and I kicked off, them niggas still robbing and killing
Fuck do you mean?
I don’t even read but I keep magazines
Can’t sell myself for no contract, nah I ain’t on that
Bitch stop playin' with me
Bitch do I look like I care?
(Care)
Bitch do I look like I’m scared?
(Scared)
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
I do not want you want your man (Your man)
Bitch do I look like a fan?
(Fan)
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?