Whip It

Whip It

歌手:Lil Wayne

所属专辑:Tha Carter III

发行时间:2008-08-11

发行公司:Universal Music Digital Bulgaria

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  • LRC歌词
作词 : Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
Okay, you ain’t know ************t
It’s Weezy
F baby like a newborn ************
You ain’t know ************t
I put your girl to work now, here’s a uniform ************
Pimpin’ over here and
I ain’t Santa
ClauseBut yeah,
I make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah, money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here safe as a mother*******
Ain’t no safety button on this mother*******
Where the safe mother*******?
That’s the case,
Doc the judge
Weezy F the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That’s what
I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry
Bling Bling
I made that but
I don’t even say that
As much as [unverified] say that
That’s way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of been mine, theys
Long hair, pretty eyes
Light skin, fine legs
Phat ass, skinny stomach
Pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street‘
Cause I put her out my jeep
I don’t save ‘em,
I slave ‘em
They want
Weezy FI bad grade ‘em,
I don’t degrade ‘em
I serenade ‘em100 on the chest, 100 on the arm
Rings so thick
I can’t even make a fist
*******, ******* how you do it‘
Cause I do it like this
Yeah, and
I just do my
WayneAnd every time
I do it I do my thang
Yeah, and
I just do my
WayneAnd every time
I do it I do my thang
Kunta Kinte on my ************t, *******
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I’m in the garden sellin’ fruit to sinners
Like apples to
Shaq, hey big spender
And do remember just like
Brenda2 grand still get ya four and a baby
I’ma kill ‘em when
I drop like
I’m holdin’ a baby
Weezy FThe
F is for don’t forget the baby
And ************,
I’ve been hot
But you don’t know me from
SatanAnd if you’re
Manning up
You better show me you’re
PeytonBut you *******es ain’t ballin’, no sir
Not lathen?
Bricks get ************pped , bricks get cut
Dr. Carter,
Nip & Tuck
Yeah, but you could call me
WayneBut now watch me and my chain, gang
Yes, it’s me *******
Deuce Bigalow on these he *******
Flu flowFlyer then
Bird Coupe like a two door
What do you know?
I know the streets ************
And this is my toilet
And you can eat ************t
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out’
Cause I’m fly like flyers they passin’ out
We ma************n’ out, we young
MulaI got that 12 gauge don’t make me 1 2 ya3 4 5 train ************, suwoop
If you ain’t on my train, ************, cho cho
Like you got my ************ in your mizouth
And I’ma do me, ************, with you or without
************t always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1’9
And I’m 2’much
The numbers don’t lie
And if they stop makin’
Cadillac’s
I swear I’m gon’ die
And if the **** man
Don’t have no more onions
I’ma cryAnd if yif was a piff then
I’d rather drink wine
************t, I’ma take my time
Now, am I crazy or just lazy?’
Cause I’m tired of ballin’ darlin’
And I roll with my riders like it’s
Harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it’s a
Harley party
We are all dressed in red like it’s a scarlet party
I was ballin’ in
New Orleans way before the
Charlotte
HornetsI’m an
X man, ************,
I ain’t talkin’
McCormickPut the dirty dishes in the sank
No pork but
I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquash
No back talk,
I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
That Christopher
Wallace******* *******, get money
Young money
作词 : Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
Okay, you ain’t know ************t
It’s Weezy
F baby like a newborn ************
You ain’t know ************t
I put your girl to work now, here’s a uniform ************
Pimpin’ over here and
I ain’t Santa
ClauseBut yeah,
I make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah, money out the rear
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here safe as a mother*******
Ain’t no safety button on this mother*******
Where the safe mother*******?
That’s the case,
Doc the judge
Weezy F the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That’s what
I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry
Bling Bling
I made that but
I don’t even say that
As much as [unverified] say that
That’s way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of been mine, theys
Long hair, pretty eyes
Light skin, fine legs
Phat ass, skinny stomach
Pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street‘
Cause I put her out my jeep
I don’t save ‘em,
I slave ‘em
They want
Weezy FI bad grade ‘em,
I don’t degrade ‘em
I serenade ‘em100 on the chest, 100 on the arm
Rings so thick
I can’t even make a fist
*******, ******* how you do it‘
Cause I do it like this
Yeah, and
I just do my
WayneAnd every time
I do it I do my thang
Yeah, and
I just do my
WayneAnd every time
I do it I do my thang
Kunta Kinte on my ************t, *******
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I’m in the garden sellin’ fruit to sinners
Like apples to
Shaq, hey big spender
And do remember just like
Brenda2 grand still get ya four and a baby
I’ma kill ‘em when
I drop like
I’m holdin’ a baby
Weezy FThe
F is for don’t forget the baby
And ************,
I’ve been hot
But you don’t know me from
SatanAnd if you’re
Manning up
You better show me you’re
PeytonBut you *******es ain’t ballin’, no sir
Not lathen?
Bricks get ************pped , bricks get cut
Dr. Carter,
Nip & Tuck
Yeah, but you could call me
WayneBut now watch me and my chain, gang
Yes, it’s me *******
Deuce Bigalow on these he *******
Flu flowFlyer then
Bird Coupe like a two door
What do you know?
I know the streets ************
And this is my toilet
And you can eat ************t
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out’
Cause I’m fly like flyers they passin’ out
We ma************n’ out, we young
MulaI got that 12 gauge don’t make me 1 2 ya3 4 5 train ************, suwoop
If you ain’t on my train, ************, cho cho
Like you got my ************ in your mizouth
And I’ma do me, ************, with you or without
************t always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1’9
And I’m 2’much
The numbers don’t lie
And if they stop makin’
Cadillac’s
I swear I’m gon’ die
And if the **** man
Don’t have no more onions
I’ma cryAnd if yif was a piff then
I’d rather drink wine
************t, I’ma take my time
Now, am I crazy or just lazy?’
Cause I’m tired of ballin’ darlin’
And I roll with my riders like it’s
Harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it’s a
Harley party
We are all dressed in red like it’s a scarlet party
I was ballin’ in
New Orleans way before the
Charlotte
HornetsI’m an
X man, ************,
I ain’t talkin’
McCormickPut the dirty dishes in the sank
No pork but
I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquash
No back talk,
I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes
You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
That Christopher
Wallace******* *******, get money
Young money