Whip Game Proper

Whip game proper, whip game proper

You know my whip game proper, whip prop-proper

You know my whip game proper, whip game proper

You kn' a package on the way you know my whip game proper

You know my whip game proper, whip-whip game proper

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Whip game proper, you know my whip game proper

With my package on the way you know whip game, whip proper

Uh, Twista and Weezy F. Baby, ya dig

Whip game proper like behind the wheel, behind the stove (uh)

It don't matter (uh) check it out

Whip game proper, cocaine chopper

Don't offer me reefer unless you know the flame proper

You know I'm in somethin' sick when you see the Twista pop off

Fucked up off juice and Vodka and high as a helicopter

In the grape jelly Jag or peanut butter Bentley

Or ruby Hummer cause a few bitches is comin' with me

Or break down slowly I'm stallin' off in the stick shift (whoo)

Mwah! Give my rims a kiss, they got big lips

Now tear the guts out, bricks'll get served

Like ostrich interior, because I'm sittin' on the biggest birds

Vocalistic cataclysms, I spit the biggest words

Fuck you and yo' bitch-ass crew, I spit the sickest verbs

Yo' life is secondary, I fuck my secretary

My life is legendary, keep a gun in every Chevy

My trunk knocker, watch how I beat the block up

A paper chopper cause on my tip, the flame pop up, cause my

Yes sir, uh,

I'm up in it like dope dick

And I'm physically fine, but my flow's sick

Yosemite Sam, two holsters

Two pistols, can't be too cautious

Yes, human crack, Young Carter

I perform better in hot water

Yeah, and my whip game straight

On a bad day I could turn a two into a eight

And when I smile, it look like a bag of coke

I gets high, I'm twisted like a bag of ropes

And I come from the jungle

I'm like Peter, I ride for my animals, ya dig?

Ha ha, now get money, or get the fuck

So much ice, I need the stick with the puck

And if the work ain't big enough

I could whip it up, watch me whip it up, because my

Whip game proper, watch how I stir the pot up

Thuggin' like I will pack up my five and go blaka-blaka

Do anything a nigga gots to do to protect my product

When you call the cops up I'll be gone before they search through my Prada

Because I don't want the drama, don't wanna holla at Your Honor

So under the seat I'm a carry the llama and then I peel off in my Impala

I'm a (what) Jeff Gordon slash chef, sorry I gots ta peel sharp

Behind the wheel or the stove I whip it real hard

To lick it real hard, give the shorties real jobs

Not from Georgia, I'm from Chicago but I got a (Field Mob)

They all be proper, at the top of Da Carter

Cuttin' work at the table like a D-J go aw-err-aw-err

All of us poppin' tags, all of us ridin' Bentleys

All of us ridin' bikes so you know we all poppin wheelies

I'm a C-note rapper, good, dope shopper

Clique gon' make dollars, spit, game proper, cause my