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Whippin' this shit up
Keep me the heater
Imma let it spray
Come over my way
Whippin' this shit up
Keep me the heater
I'm gon' let it spray
I'm with the Nina
Kickin' the feet up
Take her to outer space
Fuckin' on the teacher
Fuckin' on the bleacher
Finish all over her face
You want the feature
But ain't got the pita
Motherfucker no way
They said that I couldn't do it
Had to go and do it to make 'em look stupid
Now who's clueless
Filled with delusion
Told me that I'm following an illusion
Rap game fluent
Stackin' blue chips
Meant to say I'm stackin' all the blue bills
Flow too cold must've thought I was too ill
Back to back, I never get 2 L's
Never take L's cause I'm winnin'
I stay grinnin'
Hard to stay away from the sinning
It's okay if you're whippin'
Talkin' bout whippin' in the kitchen (uh-huh)
Motherfuckers need to listen
Motherfuckers need to sit in
Motherfuckers trippin'
On the beat I get to pissin'
I be pimpin'
Gettin' rich and fuckin' bitches
Givin' dickings
Motherfuckers get caught slippin'
I be fuckin' on the bitch
I be cumming on her tits
She be cumming on the dick
I'm just cumming on her lips
She be coming on the trips
I'm just stackin' up my chips
Better put up your fists
I'm just makin' the hits, okay
Sittin' in the bean bag
Come into the music
You know that I been that
Motherfucker don't even need a pen pad
Running up, in that pussy I'm in that
Fuckin' up (fuckin' up)
Whippin' this shit up
Keep me the heater
I'm gon' let it spray
I'm with the Nina
Kickin' the feet up
Take her to outer space
Fuckin' on the teacher
Fuckin' on the bleacher
Finish all over her face
You want the feature
But ain't got the pita
Motherfucker no way
Knew I was special
Keep me the beam
Feel like I'm Piccolo
No instrumental
Keepin' the beats
Feel like I'm Dre in this hoe
Motherfuckers hatin' on me
You know that they nothin' but some Jigalows
I'm buying and selling
In the store need to pick for low
Take her to the Island Coney
Told her to bring a friend for my brody
Twin M9s like Zack and Cody
Keep it on deck, you know me
Thought it was Christmas
The way I'm sneakin' down the chimney
My music gets applause while you get Jiminy
Fuck on that bitch, turned out I had epiphany
Cause I'm the greatest
I am the epitome
Perfect example of what you should be when you try to flow
I'm kinda like the green light, the way that I'm always on go
Uh,
Whip up the stove
Keepin' the pole tucked
Motherfuckers froze up
I'm finna blow up (like bomb)
Whippin' this shit up
Keep me the heater
I'm gon' let it spray
I'm with the Nina
Kickin' the feet up
Take her to outer space
Fuckin' on the teacher
Fuckin' on the bleacher
Finish all over her face
You want the feature
But ain't got the pita
Motherfucker no way