Bitches in My Whip (feat. Gabriel Kidd & I Am Amun Ra)
Donny Trauma
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Y'all fucked up today Huh you know they did BITCH Lil bitch Huh Toot Yeeuh Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off Driving in my car I might just skirt off Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff She give retarded brain, I call that bitch my dumb f*ck Please don't call me names, you might just catch these hand cuffs Might be hall of fame, but for now in the present like I'm Santa White kid, fragile, like yo auntie hair brush Yo bitch a good cook like the way she work the spatula Got that good good licked her lips she said spectacula I ain't from the hood but these bitches actin ratchet bruh He be drift wood i stay solid no viagra bruh Why you stayin shook? My murder be vehicula And I came for blood bitch, you can call me Dracula These hoes say I bug I'm here to say I am tarantula and I don't answer her Pretty much came out the pussy as a perfect picture Tangled hair, happy feet, freckled face the magnific elixir Bitch I ain't disturbed but I'm down with the sickness Breaking down the herb or with Zay but You can call him thickness, no name is my gang I'm feelin extra Hippy Acid in my brain all you little birdies meltin We act the same, turn 1 to Bazillion Caramel colored paint my coup is Brazilian Rap is crinkling like white peoples forehead I don't have restraint y'all better pray like Mormon little bitch, and I get it huh Outta breathe, gasping after puffin a flute A glass vile with some water I'mma f*ck and then scoot Tough to run with I'm hard just like the tongue in my boot Fun wit a crew, never ended with the cops we always fuckin runnin the loot We strut at 2 mornin These pussy lil rappers actin white as f*ck like porcelain Only smokin crunchy weed breakin like corn chips Chillin the back with the baggies lure whores in Peelin off in a whip it's not mine we floored it Flourish, in the cut slammed and peep the organs Boring all the audiences got a warrant For my arrest, I flee in a private jet up to Florence In the lead check the book they take the fuckin score in Surplus of a dick and bitches think you got a shortage Portions of the ass hot or cold I'll eat the porridge Three lil bitches in my crib and 2 are foreign I'm roarin watch ya back I'm bout to work Bouta leave you toothless with a heel and snout to curb You poppin acid while I'm feelin got some loud to burn Blastin while we acting up, back up I'm bound to burst I'm straight from out the lurch, runnin lookin for a scout to lurk And search for the drugs because a motherfuckin drought occurred Allowed to burp at the dinner table cause I'm down to earth You bout to learn what it's like to f*ck with the big dogs Picked off, from the pack runnin from the thick fog From my thick log got me sick dawg Only smokin loud so I never hear them shit talk Talking stick talk I walk my stiff walk And no I'm never pissed off Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off Driving in my car I might just skirt off Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off Driving in my car I might just skirt off Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff I... Am Amun Ra... king of gods I stay moving never stuck stagnant, y'all laggin How you makin bank wearing polo shirts braggin My pockets name is clay cuz that's where the cash is Dodging like the matrix when bullshit starts to blastin Stressin over shit til you endin up in caskets Never doubt me I'm final four breakin brackets Gettin duckets and buckets like James at the basket Bouta buy a new whip, no vanity slave You bouta hear it crackin cuz you bouta get whipped and slain Shackled down with yo golden rings and chains I got dreams of enzos but I just want a bronco Call it OJ and it's gotta be blanco Yeah I like expensive shit but not if it's diablo Already 19 where did the time go I remember watching the 'guin that went by Pablo Two years since 'ye with the Life of Pablo If he's the closest thing to Einstein, I'm closest thing to Ramsey and Newton I know the government lyin bout Trump and Putin And the air the pollutin Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off Driving in my car I might just skirt off Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff Bitches in my whip they got they shirt off Driving in my car I might just skirt off Beatin up the pussy get the hurt off You drinkin like a bitch you sippin Smirnoff Yardiknow what we doin... YONSAN Yeahhh run up on you shoot you in the face in front of yo grandma nigga
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Written by: Amir Caldwell, Gabe Panzeca, Leo Traum
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