CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Whip
Huh, huh, b*t*h, huh, huh, huh, b*t*h
Huh, huh, huh, ya dig? Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, b*t*h, alright, yeah ([?])
Yeah
Try me if you want, it's gon' be over with quick (b*t*h)
Disrespectful as f**k, n***a, suck a d**k (b*t*h)
Run up on me, choppa on me, I be bussin' sh*t (Grra, grra, b*t*h)
Sick of n***as so my gun is Robitussinin' (Grra, grra, b*t*h)
I ain't with the fightin' or the fussin' (Uh)
I'm with them n***as that'll kill you in public (f**k n***as)
I don't f**k with n***as call me Juice Uncle Ruckus (Uh)
You get changed like the money or the subject (Or the subject)
If it ain't money then I'm finna change the subject (Change the subject)
I'ma spend it all or burn it, money ain't a object (Uh-huh)
Run up on me, choppa burnin' hit you in your face, yeah (b*t*h)
(Hit you in your motherf**kin' face)
Look at your b*t*h, she bad, I just bought her some Gucci fishnets
I get her fish wet (Yeah), I get her fish wet, uh
pu**y smell like water, it don't smell like fish, yeah
f**kin' with me, you'll be swimmin' with the fish, yeah
My money fat like an ass, shout out Kim West (Huh)
Your money fake like an ass, shout out Kim West (b*t*h)
Married to the money but I'm the best man (Uh-huh)
Choppa hit your stomach, your intestines (Grra, grra, uh-huh)
She grabbed my d**k, like a mic I'm like that b*t*h was testin'
One, two, testin', one, two, testin'
Actually, she was reachin' for my Smith and Wesson
It was a setup, but you know a n***a already sensed it
Don't give a f**k if you a b*t*h or a n***a, I'm still stretchin'
Shot her in the chest, yeah, she gon' need more than fake tits
Damn, I'm petty as hell
Relax, I was jokin', you n***as ain't take it well
They tried to tell me where to go in life, I told 'em, "Go to hell"
Speakin' of hell, I'll send you there, I got my tool like show and tell, tell
Huh, huh, huh, ya dig? Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, huh, b*t*h, alright, yeah ([?])
Yeah
Try me if you want, it's gon' be over with quick (b*t*h)
Disrespectful as f**k, n***a, suck a d**k (b*t*h)
Run up on me, choppa on me, I be bussin' sh*t (Grra, grra, b*t*h)
Sick of n***as so my gun is Robitussinin' (Grra, grra, b*t*h)
I ain't with the fightin' or the fussin' (Uh)
I'm with them n***as that'll kill you in public (f**k n***as)
I don't f**k with n***as call me Juice Uncle Ruckus (Uh)
You get changed like the money or the subject (Or the subject)
If it ain't money then I'm finna change the subject (Change the subject)
I'ma spend it all or burn it, money ain't a object (Uh-huh)
Run up on me, choppa burnin' hit you in your face, yeah (b*t*h)
(Hit you in your motherf**kin' face)
Look at your b*t*h, she bad, I just bought her some Gucci fishnets
I get her fish wet (Yeah), I get her fish wet, uh
pu**y smell like water, it don't smell like fish, yeah
f**kin' with me, you'll be swimmin' with the fish, yeah
My money fat like an ass, shout out Kim West (Huh)
Your money fake like an ass, shout out Kim West (b*t*h)
Married to the money but I'm the best man (Uh-huh)
Choppa hit your stomach, your intestines (Grra, grra, uh-huh)
She grabbed my d**k, like a mic I'm like that b*t*h was testin'
One, two, testin', one, two, testin'
Actually, she was reachin' for my Smith and Wesson
It was a setup, but you know a n***a already sensed it
Don't give a f**k if you a b*t*h or a n***a, I'm still stretchin'
Shot her in the chest, yeah, she gon' need more than fake tits
Damn, I'm petty as hell
Relax, I was jokin', you n***as ain't take it well
They tried to tell me where to go in life, I told 'em, "Go to hell"
Speakin' of hell, I'll send you there, I got my tool like show and tell, tell
