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Мова пісні: Англійська
When I Was Water Wippin |
| I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up |
| And I’m the milk man, you better call rent man up |
| I’m by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up |
| You’ll have better luck tryna' rob a Brick Bank truck |
| Eight ounces and a Crush soda |
| Last month I damn near smoked a Range Rover |
| I buy a pint, crack the seal, and put a straw in it |
| I’m drinking raw out the jar, caviar sipping |
| I might need a new prescription |
| These young hoes fucking senior citizens |
| Dad, your little sister, granddaddy, mistress, sad |
| Secretary sucking politicians, you mad |
| You know that Mr. cheating on his Mrs. |
| Remember when I could just take a bitch to Wendy’s |
| But now these hoes say they wanna go to Sicily |
| But bitch you must be silly, wanna go to Piccadilly |
| Cause I really feel you fake as hell, like Milli Vanilli |
| These hoes, must of these niggas go broke for these hoes |
| Big bad bully but he beat for these hoes |
| Married thirty years but he sleep with these hoes |
| Spending all this money, going out to eat |
| M.O.B. man, money over bitches |
| These niggas say they real, but they just a bunch of bitches |
| Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen |
| Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin' |
| When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin' |
| Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin' |
| When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin' |
| Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen |
| Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen |
| So many chickens in my kitchen got my palms itching |
| You sucking a rich nigga dick, you in a good position |
| You say your baby daddy broke? Bitch you really tripping |
| What’s wrong with you, what kind of life you living? |
| You wanna ball, hit the mall, or just eat Church’s Chicken |
| Gucci be really pimping, I need just thirty minutes |
| And if you cool baby we could fuck every Wednesday |
| But you must pay attention, baby you got to listen |
| The first rule, that you cannot have hoes in my business |
| You know I ball relentless, pull up in Benz and Bentley’s |
| And I don’t wanna meet your daddy, I ain’t fucking friendly |
| I had three-hundred-fifty-thousand, I was only twenty |
| Your baby daddy broke, I bury his ass in fucking twenties |
| Yeah I’m a fat nigga, but all I ride is fucking skinny’s |
| And I don’t wanna fuck that bitch cause she to fucking skinny |