Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pipe It Up , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 17.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pipe It Up |
| Everywhere I go |
| I’mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up (got to!) |
| I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk |
| Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds |
| Nigga tell me what you want |
| In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch |
| Now I’m bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| And I’m whipping like it’s slavery, bout to cook it up |
| I whip it like slavery, my trap full of babies |
| Lil mama she hate me, she say that I’m changing |
| I tell her I made it, the only thing changing the money I’m making |
| And the pamper on these babies |
| I’m whipping and whipping, these pigeons and chickens |
| These birds they flying from city to city |
| I’m pouring up Actavis, dranking and sipping |
| The color is purple, I’m drinking on Ceely |
| The Bentley, the Benjis, these bitches they sucking like babies |
| On the nip of them titties, like VIC get silly |
| You talking bout 100 band juugs, young nigga you know that I’m with it |
| I pull up, I’m serving your city |
| I’m serving ODs, I got it from Mickey |
| Everywhere I go, I’mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up |
| I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk |
| Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want |
| In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch |
| Now I’m bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| And I’m whipping like it’s slavery, bout to cook it up |
| I’m cooking and whipping up pies, with no eyes |
| I’m cooking them burgers and fries, I’m a master in disguise |
| Mama she told me I’m wise, looking at Benjamin Frank in his eyes |
| I’m taking the plug to Hawaii, I’m chopping on bricks circumcised |
| My bitch, she came from Dubai, she got that good brain like Devry |
| I’m smoking and leaning and driving, I hope I don’t get DUI |
| Watch out for the snake and the lies |
| I’m trapping and whipping cream pies |
| My wrists is like water come dive, the streets is a jungle you gotta survive |
| Everywhere I go, I’mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up |
| I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk |
| Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want |
| In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch |
| Now I’m bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up |
| Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up |
| And I’m whipping like it’s slavery, bout to cook it up |