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Yeah Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand They really wanna keep us outside 'Cause you know we go way too live Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again All winter, all summer Range Rovers and black Hummers Ain't go dumb, I went dumber When it go down, don't go under (Yeah) Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again All winter, all summer Range Rovers and black Hummers Ain't go dumb, I went dumber When it go down, don't go under Sell a bird, KFC (Bird) And it was twenty LLC's (Yeah) Election play, who played me? (Me) Just made a mil' like Meek (Alright) Pick a side, no in-between Roll an L with the winning team She a king like Billie Jean (Billie) I want smoke, yeah, nicotine (Smoke) Letras de cancionesIs you finer than Fashion Nova? I wanna really see what's in them jeans Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it's just a quick weave? (What?) I'm 'bout the S with the lines through 'em Partition with the blind's pool Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon' sign to 'em Yeah Back at it again, whippin' again, once again, yeah (Yeah) Out on the East, park up the Benz, I'm the same, yeah (Yeah) Skrrt off the block, hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah) Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up They really wanna keep us outside (Outside) 'Cause you know we go way too live (Too live) Too turnt up for your club (Too turnt up) 4AM, ain't fucked up GLE, 63 Benz Yeah, it really depends (Yeah) Yeah, I'm covered, I'm drenched Wet floor signs, hope you don't slip (Slip) Yeah, my homie a Crip (Woo) Seafood and you is a shrimp (Damn) Money tall, you gon' need stilts (Tall) Rap or Go to the League blimp, uh Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah (Out of here) She do whatever I want, yeah I had the Maybach for five years I still never sat in the front, yeah I bought her designer, lil' mama, I'm proud of her She got a body, pick her out a lineup She ever leave me, I'm comin' to find her Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas Yeah Back at it again, whippin' again, once again, yeah (Whip it, whip) Out on the East, park up the Benz, I'm the same, yeah (Yeah) Skrrt off the block, hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand (Do it, do it) While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up They really wanna keep us outside 'Cause you know we go way too live (Yeah) Too turnt up for your club 4AM, ain't fucked up (Yeah) Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again All winter, all summer Range Rovers and black Hummers Ain't go dumb, I went dumber When it go down, don't go under Whippin' again, whippin' and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again All winter, all summer Range Rovers and black Hummers Ain't go dumb, I went dumber When it go down, don't go under From Letras Mania