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triple one – mr. whippy lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, b+tch i said oi
get those groupies out my studio
why the f+ck are you so stupid bro? (nah)
crack on my face, crack on my face, ay (face, ay)
crack on my face, crack on my face, ay

b+tch i said oi
get those hoovers out the f+cking building
we came bazookas, i’ma chew it’til no f+cking feeling (oi)
crack on my face, crack on my face (oi)
crack on my face, crack on my face

[verse 1]
young coconut give her nut and the coco
hangin’ for the head like a ratty
like paddy the baddie put her in a chokehold
she turned to a chat for the saddy
no chat, b+tch, i’m maggie
the prices ain’t down but she go low
mix up the rack with the jump and shе flip out
she got her tits out, i must remind hеr of bondi
came up off the trap but made more with my d+ck out

[verse 2]
wanted an 8+ball, i gave the c+nt two and half, did the b+st+rd like charlie sheen
he didn’t complain ’cause i put in like one of the gluc, and he said it was sweet
turn the two tonner to a trap house
trapped packs to a c+nt wearing tapout
bought the white out, then i blacked out
woke up flipped four, eights, that’s blacktown
[verse 3]
you silly sausages should bow down
and salute the general as soon as possible
’cause everybody’s got a sound now
but when marty’s round it really is phenomenal
’cause i can do more with these hands then a bottle of whiskey
if my mind really wills
can’t look a ganga right into her face
do her wrong tell on god all my mates, yes

[verse 4]
we gettin’ lit up, please don’t take my photo
i’m tryna send it with all of my bozos
never can sleep and i tell them it’s no doz
even got likes for designing my logo
i cannot fail, i cannot sleep
i go all in ’til the day that i peep
hand on my w+lly, make sure it don’t leak
i got more bars then some motherf+ckin’ sheep

[chorus]
oi
get those groupies out my studio
why the f+ck are you so stupid, bro? (nah)
crack on my face, crack on my face, ay (face, ay)
crack on my face, crack on my face, ay
[verse 5]
godd+mn, i must be a bad b+tch
’cause i’m gettin’ money, and i’m looking good at it
don’t throw back my back, but i throw back some yak
then i go back to back hittin’ her slow then deep ’til her whole back go crack
i might rap fast, but the drink got my brain slow
still doing crack head sh+t with no yayo
this girl look like jhene aiko
and her whine got me f+cked up, man, fuego

[verse 6]
said i gotta type said i like what i like
she tellin’ me i appeal to her feminine side
well, don’t half step hit up my line
i can show you my appeal to your feminine side
’cause i don’t have groupies, we can be besties
wanna scoop tea, i won’t give her that tetley
whipped cream and a donut gettin’ messy
h+ll, yeah, b+tch i said, oi

[verse 7]
like gimme a f+cking break
b+tch, i’m the hottest out, and i’m the smartest out
b+tches be dumb, they do this sh+t for the clout (stupid)
i heard your raps, please take another route
i saw your man, he look familiar
community d+ck, that’s what you’re f+cking on? (really?)
i don’t really know that lexicon, please know your place
i can’t relate to being a fraud or a fake
[verse 8]
oi, who the f+ck you calling a groupie hoe
n+ggas answer every b+tch that’s in their dm, bro
(every single b+tch that’s in their dm)
like seriously, gimme a break, gimme a break
(gimme a motherf+ckin’ break, b+tch)
and please, f+ck out my face, f+ck out my face
get the f+ck outta my face

[chorus]
b+b+b+b+b+tch, i said oi
get those groupies out my studio
(i’ma get the f+ck out, i’ma get the f+ck out)
why the f+ck are you so stupid, bro?
(i’m not f+ckin’ stupid, you’re the one dumb)
crack on my face, crack on my face, ay (face, ay)
crack on my face, crack on my face, ay

- triple one lyrics

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