Whip Creme

[Verse 1: Blu]

Uh, I bet a 10 say she like my style, hunnid she like the flow

Money they go dummy, go dumber and wanna buy a boat

My flow be like that 110, nothing running from end to end

Again, again, blackberry Caddy with that vanilla trim

Yellowbones miss that old me, yellow gold me

I'm just a young G on my own, getting my OG on

Oh we on? Niggas gon' get on and get ghost

Me? Nah, I'm grown, I'ma get on and get more

Fuck did you thought boy?

I bought the shit to floss the bitch, bitch

If you lost, hop off my dick and get a starter kit, kid

Parking boss, that cherry gloss from off the lips, onto the car

My nigga get in or kiss the tint, tits tops off, uh

Model thoughts, bottle tops off

Popping hollows at your hollow thoughts, south boss

Back to South Park, uh, pimp shit, don't be simping in my car

Save that whip creme for the supreme, we go hard

[Verse 2: Definite]

No question who you riding with

She said I get it wetter than Poseidon

So wet, I'm sliding in

Told her, "Don't be squirting in my ride again"

Messing up my interior lining, blunts got me high as shit

Niggas fucked in the game and getting they hymen ripped

Bloody mess, selling they soul for fame and fortune less

Thinking they changed the game but when I came, I laid 'em all to rest

Say it with your chest, need to speak up, this the chief

I lit the leaf up with the divas sporting D cups, turn your speakers up

And nah, can't keep 'em, flash the prenup, there's no reason to this madness

I just speak and then my voice can paint the canvas

All the pain and things I take for granted, stranded on this planet

'Til my ship returns, chilling with the chick that burns intensive firm

Rolling, swerving, trying not to hit the curb

'Stead I hit the herb and keep it coasting til the zip is burned

Rising from the ashes it's the mass, I lace that ass with classics

Team up on my back and any captives, all my people, let's go!

[Verse 3: Big Dame]

I got a call from Blu, he said "I need you in the studio"

It's nothing my relly, just let me hit the liquor store

Hopped in the mag, yeah I'm sliding on them 24s

Flat black, slab white like something you ain't seen before

91 West, 100 miles per hour

Brown bag full of blunts, Ziploc full of sour

When you riding like this, all the hoes wanna holla

I don't pay 'em no mind, that's why my pockets on gwalla

She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my car

But always thinking like that bitch, you wouldn't get far

605, 405, headed to Long Beach

Where they stay Crip walking, repping LBC

Speeding, got red and blue lights flashing behind me

Why the fuck CHP wanna fuck with a G?

Grab the heat, one time don't know who they fucking with

He said "I pulled you over just to say your whip was sick"

[Verse 4: Co$$]

Who me? The superstar, split a Swisher cigar

Look at you crazy like you spitted on my car

Hop out, I got my cock out, I'm shitting on you all

When I came through, different angles, perpendicular to y'all

Native Tonto with the tomahawk

I cut them horizontal with the drama art

The foreign form of expression, the pagan slanging's too high

Coolio once said "I bathe in flames and pray to dragons"

Sagging with my pants, dipping lane-to-lane, banger bang

I got a fast drawl, single action collapse lungs

From the old west, above the settin' sun, you see the black hawk

Fly across, on my straight 50 shit, I am Co$$

Slash Allah, but the monks in Shaolin call me Iron God

You ain't never let the iron off, you lying God, you living false

I'm about the cherries with the lemon frost

Chop your dead fingertips, the women floss harder than y'all

Rhythm and blues, Blu-dy, these niggas on some singing shit

Can't fuck with them

[Interlude]

Uh, yeah nigga

Came through in the coupe, we sliding though

With that Herb Alpert

Had to pull out that whip creme on them niggas

[Verse 5: Swt Pea]

I get a bitch warm, areola, in my palm

Bent over the futon, watch me get long

Yeah, I get it on, strong like King Kong

Get it wet, all tongue, bust free like bail bonds

Off service and no funds, I'm the king to these pawns

Get touched up and pissed on and hung at dawn

'Til you're all gone or stuck in a storm, under the lawn

Halfway to Hong Kong

No cross or headstones, sitting high on my throne

I blend in like James Bond, big fish in a pond

Counting chips, Don LeShawn, you thinking it's all fun

And you seeing somebody run, screaming, "He got a gun"

See me then see none, then it's back to sipping rum

Cause I need some, thinking "Damn, what have I done?

All he said is, 'Where you from?'" Fuck it, he was a bum

All I know is I won and there can only be one

[Outro]

Man, look at that

Nigga almost got shot fucking with a nigga

You know I'm out here riding dirty

He got the burner, weed, shit, we all turned out

Nigga got me late to the motherfuckin' studio sessions, ya dig?

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