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Chris Webby - Whippin Lyrics



Chris Webby - Whippin Lyrics
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I be whippin', whippin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I be sippin', sippin' (sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin)
I be drippin', drippin' (drip, drip, drip, drip)
Ayy, uh

I be whippin' foreign cars, that's a flex (skrrt, skrrt)
I be sippin' on this demon, I'm possessed
Twenty calls from my ex, she obsessed
And if you a broke bitch we won't connect
'Cause I'm a young rich nigga
Just blew six figures
On this mothaf*ckin' jewelry
Gotta wear chinchilla
'Cause my neck on freeze, and my wrist on ski
Told her she can be free, she belong to the streets (streets)
Whippin' in that 'Vette, I got the devil on the seats (skrrt, skrrt)
Throwin' up the B's, if you Blood, let it bleed
Amiri on the jeans, on my shirt that's Celine
Took another rapper bitch, we sippin' yaky in Belize
She make a milkshake like Kelis, she a freak
I let my money talk, I don't speak, keep it brief
Smokin' on choo-choo train, blowin' steam
I don't even gotta say my name, bitch, you know the queen

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
I can whip the Range while I smoke, yeah
I can bag a baddie on a scooter, yeah
I can get brains on a boat
So catch me whippin', whippin'
Yeah, I be whippin', whippin'
So catch me whippin', whippin'
Yeah, I be whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'

I can ride my bike with no handlebars, yeah
I can kill the game with no manager
Find me up in Canada, with a bad bitch on camera
Unless M.A. take her from me (ooh)
Yeah, I got the swagger of twenty Connor McGregor's
And my pen game is on that Allen Edgar
Poe with the flow, I'm an OG
Smokin' on a bogie
Bitch I'm the one like Obi
Trice, I'm the nicest, I should get a license
Killin' that will every time I get to writin'
Hit like M. Bison mix with Mike Tyson
I came for the cake, the candles and the icin'
I be eatin' food off of mothaf*ckers plates
And I'm gonna chew it in your mothaf*ckin' face, get a taste
When I'm movin', they barely keepin' pace
I be goin' stupid, watch me demonstrate (let's go)
Crash Bandicoot with that mask on
Invincible when that track's on
Karate Kid with the wax on, and the wax off
Got them on they toes like black swan
I'm rough ridin' like Drag-On
I'm big timin' like Mannie
Put dro in the wind like Trick Daddy in a whip down to Miami, like

I can ride my bike with no handlebars, yeah
I can whip the Range while I smoke, yeah
I can bag a baddie on a scooter, yeah
I can get brains on the boat
So catch me whippin', whippin'
Yeah, I be whippin', whippin'
So catch me whippin', whippin'
Yeah, I be whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
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I be whippin', whippin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I be sippin', sippin' (sippin', sippin', sippin', sippin)
I be drippin', drippin' (drip, drip, drip, drip)
Ayy, uh

I be whippin' foreign cars, that's a flex (skrrt, skrrt)
I be sippin' on this demon, I'm possessed
Twenty calls from my ex, she obsessed
And if you a broke bitch we won't connect
'Cause I'm a young rich nigga
Just blew six figures
On this mothaf*ckin' jewelry
Gotta wear chinchilla
'Cause my neck on freeze, and my wrist on ski
Told her she can be free, she belong to the streets (streets)
Whippin' in that 'Vette, I got the devil on the seats (skrrt, skrrt)
Throwin' up the B's, if you Blood, let it bleed
Amiri on the jeans, on my shirt that's Celine
Took another rapper bitch, we sippin' yaky in Belize
She make a milkshake like Kelis, she a freak
I let my money talk, I don't speak, keep it brief
Smokin' on choo-choo train, blowin' steam
I don't even gotta say my name, bitch, you know the queen

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
I can whip the Range while I smoke, yeah
I can bag a baddie on a scooter, yeah
I can get brains on a boat
So catch me whippin', whippin'
Yeah, I be whippin', whippin'
So catch me whippin', whippin'
Yeah, I be whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'

I can ride my bike with no handlebars, yeah
I can kill the game with no manager
Find me up in Canada, with a bad bitch on camera
Unless M.A. take her from me (ooh)
Yeah, I got the swagger of twenty Connor McGregor's
And my pen game is on that Allen Edgar
Poe with the flow, I'm an OG
Smokin' on a bogie
Bitch I'm the one like Obi
Trice, I'm the nicest, I should get a license
Killin' that will every time I get to writin'
Hit like M. Bison mix with Mike Tyson
I came for the cake, the candles and the icin'
I be eatin' food off of mothaf*ckers plates
And I'm gonna chew it in your mothaf*ckin' face, get a taste
When I'm movin', they barely keepin' pace
I be goin' stupid, watch me demonstrate (let's go)
Crash Bandicoot with that mask on
Invincible when that track's on
Karate Kid with the wax on, and the wax off
Got them on they toes like black swan
I'm rough ridin' like Drag-On
I'm big timin' like Mannie
Put dro in the wind like Trick Daddy in a whip down to Miami, like

I can ride my bike with no handlebars, yeah
I can whip the Range while I smoke, yeah
I can bag a baddie on a scooter, yeah
I can get brains on the boat
So catch me whippin', whippin'
Yeah, I be whippin', whippin'
So catch me whippin', whippin'
Yeah, I be whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
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Writer: Brian Joseph Eisner, Christian Webster, Jake Procanik, Katorah Marrero, Pallma Crouch, Patrick J. Farley
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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