Yelawolf - Whip It lyrics
rate meWe hit the club, tore it up
Mally Mall’s got model sluts
Fearin’ & loathin’ in Las Vegas, party, party, bottles up!
I’m feeling like a king, someone tell me where my robe is?
This nitrous oxide got me feeling like Moses
Laughin’ it up, laughin’ loud
Twist it up until you tappin’ out
But Yelawolf ain’t throwing in the towel
Take a pull buddy, how you sound?
My voice feeling like I just swallowed a frog
I think I’m Mr. T, I think I’m Boss Hog
(Get, get, get) gettie up, promenade
Rip it up, hit the stage
Outta my mind yeah, wanna go craze
Feeling like I wanna float around for days
She’s all about it, she’s getting rowdy
She likes to party! So whip it shawty!
Chorus
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Baby you and maybe you
Need to come back to the naked room
Whip it, whip, get with it
I’ll open you up like a Baby Ruth
She’s getting ripped, she’s getting striped
Swimming in a funk I watch her skinny dip
You wanna feel ill, wanna get real
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Wanna pop a pill feel out of control
Wanna know what I’m into though
That N2O
And cloud nine is somewhere down below
Get on my level, look at the light show
You lay back in the way back of the Maybach or lay back on the Lazy Boy
You can pay me back with a bj in the ‘Lac, here enjoy!
She’s all about it, she’s getting rowdy
She likes to party! So whip it shawty!
Chorus
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Crazy youth, yeah, that trashy life
I’m getting high, I’m in my after life
Rock star no holds barred
Got new hoes sitting in old cars
And I’m feeling like the world is mine
Arms wide open
One country at a time, middle fingers up
Fuck critics, nitrous in a bottle
Bitch whip it!
Chorus
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
You gotta charge, I gotta charge!
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
