CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Whip It Up
(Chorus)
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Flip it
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Flip it
In the kitchen pistol whipping
Get the chips and then I dipp’em
We goan fry them like some chicken
Like supa hot, we be spittin’ then shipping
(Verse)
Ha, b*t*h every day we be drippin’
20 carats, Michael Phelps he be swimming
Global warming, that's not fax they be kidding
Wrist in the air that sh*t gone like a kitten
Yeah, yeah, roddy rich, we be ballin’ each season
Don't look at me for no mouf**king reason
In the ghost, you can call me a demon
Like Mike Tyson U gon catch these hands
Disrespect me, ima make some plans
Every day riding in my Benz
Told that to shut up and go do my f**king dance
Yeah, yeah, t3rror with the sauce, very pleasing
Feel like rick ross, I be eatin'
Money on me till the end I be feeding
You told me you hit shots like you was Klay
But you're ex bae said that u was gay
This songs lit it gonna make us 10k
Talking sh*t we gon make you pay
Pull up from deep call me curry
My girl so sweet she a flurry
Pistol whip you, vision blurry
Momma im fine please don't worry
b*t*h we always high like a kite
Busting doors open, you can call me dark knight (Straight up)
Drinking lean, mixed it with some sprite
Three stripes, sniffin' on that white
Whip in the kitchen like harden
Going up the sky like a rocket
Got more money than you in my pocket
This isn't the end b*t*h we just started
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Flip it
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Flip it
In the kitchen pistol whipping
Get the chips and then I dipp’em
We goan fry them like some chicken
Like supa hot, we be spittin’ then shipping
(Verse)
Ha, b*t*h every day we be drippin’
20 carats, Michael Phelps he be swimming
Global warming, that's not fax they be kidding
Wrist in the air that sh*t gone like a kitten
Yeah, yeah, roddy rich, we be ballin’ each season
Don't look at me for no mouf**king reason
In the ghost, you can call me a demon
Like Mike Tyson U gon catch these hands
Disrespect me, ima make some plans
Every day riding in my Benz
Told that to shut up and go do my f**king dance
Yeah, yeah, t3rror with the sauce, very pleasing
Feel like rick ross, I be eatin'
Money on me till the end I be feeding
You told me you hit shots like you was Klay
But you're ex bae said that u was gay
This songs lit it gonna make us 10k
Talking sh*t we gon make you pay
Pull up from deep call me curry
My girl so sweet she a flurry
Pistol whip you, vision blurry
Momma im fine please don't worry
b*t*h we always high like a kite
Busting doors open, you can call me dark knight (Straight up)
Drinking lean, mixed it with some sprite
Three stripes, sniffin' on that white
Whip in the kitchen like harden
Going up the sky like a rocket
Got more money than you in my pocket
This isn't the end b*t*h we just started
