Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pipe It Up, artist - Young Jeezy.
Date of issue: 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 |