(feat. Lil' Wayne)
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne - chopped & screwed]
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Whip game proper, whip game proper
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You know my whip game proper, whip prop-proper
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You know my whip game proper, whip game proper
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You kn.. a package on the way you know my whip game proper
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You know my whip game proper, whip-whip game proper
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You know my whip game proper, whip game proper
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Whip game proper, you know my whip game proper
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With my package on the way you know whip game, whip proper
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[Twista - over Chorus]
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Uhh, Twista and Weezy F. Baby, ya dig
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Whip game proper like behind the wheel, behind the stove (uhh)
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It don't matter (uhh) check it out
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[Twista]
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Whip game proper, co-caine chopper
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Don't offer me reefer unless you know the flame proper
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You know I'm in somethin sick when you see the Twista pop off
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Fucked up off juice and Vodka and high as a helicopter
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In the grape jelly Jag or peanut butter Bentley
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Or ruby Hummer cause a few bitches is comin with me
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Or break down slowly I'm stallin off in the stick shift (whoo)
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Mwah! Give my rims a kiss, they got big lips
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Now tear the guts out, bricks'll get served
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Like ostrich interior, because I'm sittin on the biggest birds
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Vocalistic cataclysms, I spit the biggest words
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Fuck you and yo' bitch-ass crew, I spit the sickest verbs
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Yo' life is secondary, I fuck my secretary
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My life is legendary, keep a gun in every Chevy
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My trunk knocker, watch how I beat the block up
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A paper chopper cause on my tip, the flame pop up - cause my
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[Chorus]
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[Lil Wayne]
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Yessir... uhh, I'm up in it like dope dick
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And I'm physically fine, but my flow's sick
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Yosemity Sam, two holsters
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Two pistols, can't be too cautious
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Yes, human crack, Young Carter
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I perform better in hot water
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Yeah, and my whip game straight
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On a bad day I could turn a two into a eight
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And when I smile, it look like a bag of coke
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I gets high, I'm twisted like a bag of ropes
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And I come from the jungle
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I'm like Peter, I ride for my animals; ya dig?
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Haha, now get money, or get the fuck
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So much ice, I need the stick with the puck
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And if the work ain't big enough
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I could whip it up, watch me whip it up - because my
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[Chorus]
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[Twista]
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Whip game proper, watch how I stir the pot up
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Thuggin like I will pack up my five and go blaka-blaka
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Do anything a nigga gots to do to protect my product
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When you call the cops up I'll be gone before they search through my Prada
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Because I don't want the drama, don't wanna holla at Your Honor
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So under the seat I'ma carry the llama and then I peel off in my Impala
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I'm a (what) Jeff Gordon slash chef, sorry I gots ta peel sharp
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Behind the wheel or the stove I whip it real hard
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To lick it real hard, give the shorties real jobs
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Not from Georgia, I'm from Chicago but I got a (Field Mob)
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They all be proper, at the top of Da Carter
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Cuttin work at the table like a DJ go aw-err-aw-err
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All of us poppin tags, all of us ridin Bentleys
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All of us ridin bikes so you know we all poppin wheelies
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I'm a C-note rapper, good, dope shopper
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Clique gon' make dollars, spit, game proper - cause my
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[Chorus]
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Whip Game Proper
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Twista |