Whip Creme

Lyrics

[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 sipping 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? Huh