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Whip Cream Lyrics - Artist : Billy Marchiafava
Off the dome baby
I am the smartest man alive! Yuh Wait, where's the beat? Bad bitch super thick like Whipped Cream I finessed your chick last night, that's a wet dream All gold wrist might blind you need some visine Onomatopoeia these bitches, I give her pipey I make dollars I don't need to make sense So don't mind me bitch I'm still gun flex Like what? You wear fake Rolex And you and girl collect unemployment checks Like ayye Pull up skrrt Pull up damn' Pull up skrrt Pull up yeah Pull up skrrt Pull up damn Pull up skrrt Pull up yeah What's good with it brody? Yo sister just called I hit her with the addy Now Billy glowed up I'm fuckin' with a baddie I just called the Uber she gun' ride me like a caddy Like what Chillin in the cut Said she wanna roll with me I told her roll it up If you got some money motherfucka throw it up This a fuckin' party yeah we all turnin up If u didn't know a motherfucka glossed up And btw yo favorite rapper washed up Underground God bitch you know I'm comin' up And you know a motherfucka gassed up Like what Pull up skrrt Pull up damn' Pull up skrrt Pull up yeah Pull up skrrt Pull up damn Pull up skrrt Pull up yeah What's good with it homie? Yo sister just called I hit her with the addy Now Billy glowed up I'm fuckin' with a baddie I just called the Uber she gun' ride me like a caddy |
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