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whipped - a2p fred & lane gang wells lyrics

[intro: a2p fred]
yeah
phew, anything
a2p, f*ck n*gga

[verse 1: a2p fred & lane gang wells]
i used to have a power house, her name was amy
three times a day, she came through spent eighty (huh)
no bringin’ friends to the spot, i don’t play it (no)
she know if she break that rule, i ain’t servin’ her nathan (uh*uh)
i ain’t finna serve her motherf*ckin’ nothin’
and i don’t give a f*ck if she got six hundred (f*ck it)
servin’ one ci, gon’ f*ck up everybody money (i swear to god)
one l!ck ode of the— everybody comin’
i don’t need no— b*tch, i wanna thumb it
i ain’t duckin’ no fades, p*ssy n*gga, run it (come on)
double seal them up and send them b*tches ‘cross for me (vroom)
i be with the dealers, smackers, flunkies, and junkies
i ain’t joined the army but i’m tryna serve the country (woo)
i’m out here like for real, i’ll serve my auntie
suck your mudda, p*ssy hole, you wanna rump with me (right quick)
and bread might be off a lil’ bit ’cause my scale jumpin’ (uh, uh)
[verse 2: lane gang wells]
we ain’t doin’ breakdowns, we gon’ serve the whole pound
how the f*ck he got two hundred ‘bows inside a small town?
12 tryna kick the door, screamin’, this a shake down”
but i hit the back door, same night, i skip towns
bubba flip a whole chicken, i done turned to a rapper
even though my granny white, i don’t f*ck with the crackers
‘less he tryna cop a thing, fifty racks on one chain
i wasn’t even countin’ the cuban, f*ck love, i’ll k!ll cupid
even though ty love wasn’t forever everyone, i don’t care, i’m ridin’ with b*tton
even though i break my family up, i still’ll k!ll my cousin
447, n*gga, i’ll k!ll you if you short me a nugget
448, but i got rich off from all this luggage

[verse 3: abgr lil cory]
drop a ticket in the trap, i make it hard to sell somethin’
stackin’ up that cheddar, ballin’ like i play basketball
i used to drive a bucket, now i’m pullin’ up drop top
tender*ass n*gga, worried ’bout these hoes, ain’t gettin’ no money
my phone keep blowin’ up, flavors in the trap, i got it jumpin’
i came from juggin’ onions, now i sell ’em whole, i’m the man now (yeah)
n*gga, i’m so icy, come through lookin’ like a freezer
couple hundred on my kit and i’m still buyin’ sh*t (yeah)

[chorus: a2p fred]
n*ggas never sold sh*t, i seen o’s and bricks
why you cryin’ ’bout that ho? you know that b*tch ain’t sh*t
n*ggas beggin’ for some dope that they can’t even flip
break the plates down to zips and all the work get whipped
[verse 4: hustleman quise & 448 gotti]
i’m a real trap n*gga, i done sold a whole lot
pullin’ up to every hood, corner bendin’ on every block
and i’m only havin’ weed, this ain’t a one stop shop
but i got n*ggas beatin’ pots, you counter clock, you make it lock
lv head to toe and i pull up lambo’
ten racks in each pocket and at the crib, i got some mo
i been movin’ real loads, i’m talkin’ fifty ‘bows or more
got a so icy chain like i’m gucci in ’04, huh
dope boy swag, gotta keep my pockets stuffed
i just brought the plug a van, but she really need a bus
i be d*gg*n’ her like future, i ain’t savin’ hoes like russ
this ain’t even my b*tch, she on my phone tryna fuss
work just came, showed the whole hood is in
i ain’t even at the trap and they still come and spend
i just sold half of box, put the rest of them in a benz
all i do is get money, dinero, pesos and yen’s (36)

[verse 5: 448 gotti]
bro go get the back, control the traffic, too much motion
auntie hit a line straight off the brick, she was like, “oh sh*t”
trap, jugg, remix all i ever knew
me and lil’ bando, we had some long nights on that avenue
if the speed limit sixty*five, i drive sixty*two
drove by the state trooper, he ain’t even have a clue
man, i’m posted in the trap with them drug dealers
‘member back then they ain’t even wanna f*ck with us
if you need them bricks or pounds, you can come and thug with us
yeah, your b*tch, she on my d*ck, yeah, she love a drug dealer
man, i’m posted in the spot with my mud n*ggas
man, i’m posted in the spot with my mud—
[chorus: a2p fred]
n*ggas never sold sh*t, i seen o’s and bricks
why you cryin’ ’bout that ho? you know that b*tch ain’t sh*t
n*ggas beggin’ for some dope that they can’t even flip
break the plates down to zips and all the work get whipped (get whipped)

- a2p fred lane gang wells lyrics

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