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blac youngsta – whisper lyrics

[verse 1: yung miami]
how you doin’ there daddy, can we rap for a minute?
i know you got a girl, but i ain’t really trippin’
if you don’t, that’s cool, i’ma play my position
so you know where i’m goin’, let’s get back to the business
i was gettin’ my hair did and i heard some hoes talkin’
name came up and i don’t do that sh-t often
he drop a little bit, they was talkin’ ’bout the d-ck
you’ll f-ck a b-tch lights out and you ain’t ’bout sh-t
so, i said, “i wanna see him”
i had to get up on his ‘gram, in his dm
don’t care about his b-tch or his bm
pull up on a b-tch, nine o’clock pm sharp
tie his sh-t, knot, big d-ck, hard
don’t worry ’bout the gr-ss, you can park on the lawn
real n-ggas, i don’t f-ck with the marks
certified n-ggas qualified for the job

[chorus: blac youngsta]
give you what you lookin’ for (ho)
shake it while you cookin’ for me (ho)
hater, what you lookin’ for? (ho)
shake you while you lookin’ for me (lookin’ for me)
give you-give you what you lookin’ for (ho)
shake it-shake it while you cookin’ for me (ho)
hater, what you lookin’ for? (ho)
shake you while you lookin’ for me

[verse 2: blac youngsta]
i ain’t sh-t, and your mama, she can see that (so?)
i don’t leave my cars at her house ’cause she key that (ho)
into my liquor with my side b-tch, i be that (huh)
get the high place, high house, where we meet at? (come in)
i know she a ho ’cause she did this befo’ (go down)
told her i was cool, but she still went below (lowdown)
i got plenty money, but i still want some more (ching)
i got plenty b-tches, but i still want a ho
i’m the goat, p-ssy, and i still want the smoke (bow)
convicted felon, but i still wanna vote (gang, gang)
i like ’em black, but i still want a snow
bunny in them blocks, go and steal for the low (brr)
got a flow, but they still steal my flow
know she got a deep throat, but i steal for the throat
i run up behind draws, you can see it when it poke
i ain’t moving love to that b-tch, i’ma leave her, so

[verse 3: jt]
i’ll let ’em f-ck it if a n-gga gon’ cut it
you can l!ck it-l!ck it, but a b-tch won’t suck it
how the f-ck you gon’ cuff it if you ain’t got a budget?
big face hundreds keep a real b-tch comin’
stacks on stacks in my chanel purse
you ain’t gotta check, lil’ homie, it won’t work
better hit your baby mama if you wanna hit it for free
old poor–ss n-gga, keep sucking your t–th
you will never getting ‘tween these cheeks or in these sheets
if you keep playin’ cheap, uh
let him hit it with his nikes on
let me shine wit’ it baby, keep the lights on
what you workin’ wit’, baby, is your pipe long?
cut your phone off, baby, leave your wife home, straight up
you want two b-tches, boy, you gotta pay us
this ain’t a hotel where motherf-ckers lay up

- blac youngsta lyrics

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