| Whippin' out the got the shotty, no pistol
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| When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
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| Niggas on they menstrual, bitch, I’m grindin on my grizzle
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| And the way I make the peace make this shit look simple
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| Whippin' out the got the shotty, no pistol
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| When you gettin' money errybody got a issue
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| Niggas on they menstrual, bitch, I’m grindin on my grizzle
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| And the way I whip the piece make this shit look simple
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| Plays out the fiddle, whip and then I shiffle
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| Beat the pussy up, that’s no incidentals
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| Used to wear Chuck Taylors when I had little
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| Now I rock Y3, put the wrappers in the spittle
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| Playin' with the money like monkey in the middle
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| When I’m tryna get this paper for a Cree a igloo
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| Hard on the hoe, I make the bitch look brittle
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| Bitch’ll smoke it on the fire, hotboxin' in the kennel
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| The way I look, the way I start to think I’m on my mental
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| I am out this dimension
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| Fuck the hoe, forget her like I got dementia
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| But, if the pussy good, make a memo to remember
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| Don’t talk dud if I’m unoffended
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| Next thing I know, the bitch stay coppin' then she spendin'
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| Snorin' from the way like that I’m a sentry
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| In the kitchen, backin' up trees, cuttin' with the clippers
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| I got fire, I’m inhalin'
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| I’ll give five, I’m gon' sell it
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| It’s my gift from God, he know it already
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| As long as I’m alive I’m gon sell it
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| Cut out the noose, gotta custom on the edges
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| Got a crater in my heart 'cause I hate fake bitches
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| I stay schemin' and the paint steady leakin'
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| Like the niggas cleanin' but only want what you’re eatin'
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| Tryna get them bitches sold, tryin' not to up the heater
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| Had to use an extension cord, put it up next door
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| Comin' up from the cold then I keep askin'
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| Let these hoes know a leaky nigga have them sinkin'
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| Pain only thing keepin' me out the precinct
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| All these bars on me, I am trapped in the meaning
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| Know they tryna find me, I’mma leave these bitches fiending
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| Get relentless of the price, I’mma work it like a demon
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| Gone in a jiffy but I ain’t speedin'
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| Got the pack from me, bitch, don’t mistreat me
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| Hit hoe, who’s first? |
| I smoke the vegan
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| Then I’m tryna stay bae, play with me, get deleted
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| I got fire, I’m inhalin'
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| I’ll give five, I’m gon' sell it
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| It’s my gift from God, he know it already
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| As long as I’m alive I’m gon sell it
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| Bitch, my heart hurtin' 'cause it’s burstin' off the chronic
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| And this bitch boomin' like her booty bionic
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| All I wanna do is get money and the budget’s off
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| Whippin' these paintings and get some money to my momma
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| Get some shit from my nephews and he be stylin'
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| All these bitches buzzin' on a digger like nothin'
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| Beat beat a chain, bruiser bug, get the game
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| The ZGTO boys move the style like a crane
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| Got her body movin', yeah, we call it Soul Train
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| Got her body movin' like she on cocaine
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| Phone blowin' up like it’s off on butane
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| ZGTO boys, hoes say the whole name
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| ZGTO boys, the hoes say the whole name
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| ZGTO boys, the hoes say the whole name
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| ZGTO boys, the hoes say the whole name
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| ZGTO boys, the hoes say the whole name
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| I got fire, I’m inhalin'
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| I’ll give five, I’m gon' sell it
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| It’s my gift from God, he know it already
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| As long as I’m alive I’m gon sell it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whippin, artist - ZGTOAlbum song A Piece of the Geto, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп