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Gucci Mane & V-Nasty
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Whip Appeal - feat. P2theLA
White Brick Mob Brick Squad, White Girl Mob Brick Squad, White Girl Mob White Brick Mob, bitches
Why we gotta kill shit? Me and Gucci talking real shit Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch Whip appeal, bitch Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
No, I'm not a scholar I'm drinking out the bottle Only fuck with models If she ain't dead fine
Then there ain't no need to holler Yeah, I'm a baller My swag through the roof And your girlfriend is the truth
We got a room at the Ramada She don't want to be bothered You callin' like a father You actin' like a toddler
You need a role model I'm Polo with the Prada I'm balling on you, niggas Like a Harlem Glodetrotter
I'm walking with a waddle You make believe niggas Harry Potter Amigo friends might recommend The whole enchilada
Your girlfriend is a quitter You should spit or you saliva I'm Gucci Mane, the mobster Not a joker, not a blogger
Why we gotta kill shit? Me and Gucci talking real shit Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch Whip appeal, bitch Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
Gucci let's get 'em Got that AR chopper Come through the front door Left them at the doctor
Now we up a hundred more bands That's proper No need for a preacher Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Pray to me, I'll be your father
Hide the young ones 'Cause I'm coming for your daughter If you ain't selling pussy I ain't gon' bother
Got a pornstar, a ho And a model In the club we do big shit Pop a hundred bottles
We gettin' hoes wet They gon' need goggles They said get that gas So I'm on that full throttle
If I had a dick Then I'd tell that bitch to swallow Thirty in my clip And I'm letting out hallows
Why we gotta kill shit? Me and Gucci talking real shit Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch Whip appeal, bitch Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
LA Raiders Bo Jackson Making love to the money Oh, I'm so passionate
Hood stripes, Chuck Taylors, low khakis Scraping in that new V looking V-Nasty Selling snow in the winter, I ain't cold yet That's why I'm an OG and I ain't old yet
South Central Murder Dubs, Killer California Bend the wrong corner You'll be sicker than pneumonia Police told me to freeze
And my watch to chill Whip the work into a SLS Whip Appeal Powder so fresh, I had to break the seal 96 and Wall Street, shit gets real
Why we gotta kill shit? Me and Gucci talking real shit Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch Whip appeal, bitch Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
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