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Quavo - Whippin Feat Chris Brown Y Section Boyz Lyrics

Whipping up some work
Phone going off, trap going berserk
Hit the road cause a nigga need to earn
Big back, she make it whine and twerk
Hit it from the back, then I skrrr skrrr
Young boys fucking up, they don't learn
Section on my T-shirt
Big racks stuffed in my D squares

I put love in the rave
Hit the plug on the way
100k on the face
Keeping Ms in the bank
I don't care by the way
No, I do not play
Get familiar with the money
Déjà vu every day
She know I give it a go
She know I pick it up, oh
I'mma drive her to the pole
I came out the water
With the shits like I'm flipper
Never, ever, ever caught up
Always be with the niggas, oh

Pardon, pardon me
I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy
We just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles
Back at my place
I got it if you need it
Yeah

Whippin' (like a boss)
Winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off
Drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) Whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) Whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

London bwoy, London sound, hmm
Everyting lit inna London Town
Peng gyal wan' come London Town
Gyal in abundance, gyal from round
Ayo Breezy, this one a easy
Gyal wan' kiss up [?]
Everyting easy, believe we
Gyal up on the high watch, gyal up on the TV

Hit the road like a don
Yeah, I rep where I'm from
Badboys inna London
Get the Ps, then we gone
In the trap, I work wonder
Get around, I do compass
Peng gyal up in the covers
Get the bands in abundance
Man's just turning up
Getting lit, we burning up
More light, that's a lifestyle
Hot gyally wanna cool with us
Sideman? They ain't cool with us
Bitch boys always make a fuss
Trap boys, we got all the stuff
For the gang, let it buss

Pardon, pardon me
I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy
We just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles
Back at my place
I got it if you need it
Yeah

Whippin' (like a boss)
Winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off
Drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) Whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) Whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

I told that bitch to kiss it
That shit landed, now she miss it
I put your hoe in the mission
She put the piss on her titties
I got the coupe with exhaust
Your bitch wanna [?]
She wanna fuck with a boss
She told a nigga get lost
Smoking on gas in [?]
Rich gold, Minnesota
My girl bite like a cobra
Love when she bend it over
Had to buy a new Rover
Fucking in a Rolls Royce
Girl, you know your pussy moist
What you need is your choice

Drive the car like a race
Whip it, whip it
Get a six in the rain
Skid him, skid him
Big back, titties
Dig that, yeah, she pretty
Trap phone still ringing
On the back road doing digits
London in my blood
Getting bunned [?] the plug
Run, run, run it up
In a bando full of buds
Section, Breezy
Got the whole world going nuts
Take it easy
We're going right up to the top

Pardon, pardon me
I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy
We just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles
Back at my place
I got it if you need it
Yeah

Whippin' (like a boss)
Winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off
Drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) Whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'

Wouldn't ever pretend you could see these skengs
Free range, no aiming the lens
Waste boys mainly lean on feds
We team, no cream, shook ones only been on edge
CDs from around
Big Ps making pounds
I tour with gang dem in your town
Shut it down, shut it down
I link the crowd and they go nuts
In the ends, big Benz doing doughnuts
I seen a [?] coming closer
Bro's turning kitchens [?]

Ring ring for the best
Kill a gyal cause she dead
Turn dead to peng
Kitchen whippin' with friends
Whip skid and then beng
Done your gyal cause she peng
Brung her back to the ends
Gas her up like the bends

Pardon, pardon me
I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy
We just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles
Back at my place
I got it if you need it
Yeah

Whippin' (like a boss)
Winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off
Drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) Whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) Whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

In the [?] rave with the top off
Bad gyal slow whine with the top off
You lot so fun, never pop off
My Section Boyz, you know everyting lock arff
Mad Max with the bad bitches
8 o'clock, hit you up with the packages
I be feeling like a narcissist
Flames coming out the chopper like an arsonist
All around the world, everybody got a bando
Swear down, fam, everywhere I can go
You do it for the fame, nigga
I do it for the fam though, get me?
South of France, St Tropez
Back in Cannes, brudda, white girl with me
DMT, TAC
Mushroom T, whatever you need, hit me