Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Whip It lyrics

rate me

Ok, you ain't on shit

It's weezy f baby like a newborn bitch

You ain't on shit

I put your girl to work now here's a uniform bitch

Pimpin over here

And I ain't santa clause but

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 fucker

Ain't no safety button on this mother fucker

Where the safe mother fucker?

That's the case

Doc the judge

Weezy F. the F for 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 I should 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,

Fat 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 f,

I bad grade em, I don't degrade em, I serenade em,

100 on the chest

100 on the arm

Rings so thick I can't even make a fist

Nigga fuck how you do it cause I do it like this

Yeah, and I just do my wayne

And every time I do it I do my thang

Chorus:

I do it [do it], i do it [do it], i do it [do it, do it, do it]

i do it [do it, do it, do it]

I do it how I do it and I do it everyday

I do it how i do it when I do it everyday

Repeat

I whip it like a slave like a muthafuckin slave

Yes I whip it like a slave, yes I whip it like a slave

I whip it like a slave like a muthafuckin slave

Then I beat it, I beat it, I beat it, I beat it

I beat that block [ repeat 4 times ]

I beat that block like it misbehaved then I whip it

Kunta Kinte on my shit nigga

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 Brenda

2 grand still get ya four and a baby

Imma kill em when I drop like I'm holdin a baby

Weezy f, the F is for don't fuck wit the Baby

And bitch I've been hot you don't know me from satan

And if you're manning up you better show me your peyton

But you pussies ain't ballin no sinaa lathan

Bricks get shipped

Bricks get cut

Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck

Yeah but you could call me wayne

But now watch me and my chain Gang!

[Chorus]

Yes it's me bitches

Duece Bigalow on these he bitches

[Coughs] Flu flow

Flyer then bird coupe like a two door

What do you know

I know the streets bitch

And this is my toilet

And you can't eat shit

Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out

Cause I'm fly, like the flyers they passin out

We mashin out,

We young Mula

I got that 12 Guage

Don't make me 1 2 ya

3 4 5 train bitch suwoop

If you ain't on my train bitch choo choo

Like you got my dick in your mizouth

And I'm a do me bitch with you or without

Shit I'm always right sometimes

And from the top everybody look 1'9

And I'm too much

The numbers don't lie

And if they stop makin cadillacs

I swear I'm gon die

And if the weed man don't have no more Onions I'm a cry

And if yif was a piff then id rather drink wine

Shit... I'm a 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 hornets

I'm an x man bitch I ain't talkin

Put the dirty dishes in the sink

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

Man you got them funny diamonds

I got them sunny diamonds

I got them money problems

Like Christopher Wallace

Fuck bitches get money

Young money!

[Chorus]

Thanks to B=Squared Bethea for these lyrics

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