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yavid - whip it away lyrics

i cook the dope by myself i drive the load by myself
i whip it up by myself i don’t need n0body else
i cut his throat by myself he smell my d-ck on her breath
i cannot tell on myself boi i don’t need your respect

2 dead bodies some days
oooo i’m stuck in my ways
oooo i caught me a case
oooo i whip it away
whip it i whip it away
ooo i whip it away
whip it i whip it i whip it away

i cook it drive it and drop it you motherf-ckers just stop it
yall wearing purses and joggers i’m wearing d-ckies and robbins
your b-tch a rebound i’m rodman he talkin sh-t so i shot him
he hit my line like you got it i hit him back like we rockin

2 dead bodies some days
oooo i’m stuck in my ways
oooo i caught me a case
oooo i whip it away
whip it i whip it away
ooo i whip it away ooo o o o o
whip it i whip it i whip it away

i cook the dope by myself i drive the load by myself
i whip it up by myself i don’t need n0body else
i kick the door by myself i stretch a 4 by myself
i hit that hoe by myself boi i don’t need your respect

ak w the strap on
hit his -ss w it he f-g huh
hebrew some sh-t up i’m dagon
church choir singin then sad songs
if i woulda had me a dad moms
y’all woulda been a lot better off
instead i got better cost on the better cough that’s syrup and better soft
i’m on jpay gettin my letters off
a grand to the pen every month
my pen game what my brothers trust
like i won’t let em fall like i’m angel dust
like i trust they ain’t tellin none
eat a felon and call a cell home
and i flip enough to get each of us 3 secure packs before ramadan
he gave me a beat i treat it like beef and um oh yeah it is well done
what do you do when the last thing you knew they had found your man in his cell hung
they sayin he did it but you know he didn’t don’t you usually tell how the necks rung
he always said i should flex some lemme provide context son
i call you son not cuz i birthed you rather its likely that i k!lled your father
also i f-cked your mother i hit her -ss w my brothers
we was all off in the telly and that was um well several nights
i guess you could call me grand dad cuz i guess i had really sonned you twice

he always said i should flex some
let me provide you context son
i’m brothers w zooly and i had the tooly the tech nine on tour w/ tech9
and i get on extra grind especially when its repping time
time waits for no man um therefor i don’t stand in line
maybe i ain’t stood for sh-t tho since flint been gentrified
some people do it for culture i believe there is not one
i hate when a street rapper go and kiss the -ss of a pop one
and that pop one ain’t pop sh-t he gotta soft head and a soft -ss
i hate it when compulsive liars say “facts” after sh-t that ain’t facts

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