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whip cream - billy marchiafava lyrics

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[intro:]
off the dome baby
i am the smartest man alive!
yuh
wait, where’s the beat?

[verse]
bad b-tch super thick like whipped cream
i finessed your chick last night, that’s a wet dream
all gold wrist might blind you need some visine
onomatopoeia these b-tches, i give her pipey
i make dollars i don’t need to make sense
so don’t mind me b-tch i’m still gun flex
like what?
you wear fake rolex
and you and girl collect unemployment checks

like ayye
pull up skrrt
pull up d-mn’
pull up skrrt
pull up yeah
pull up skrrt
pull up d-mn
pull up skrrt
pull up yeah

what’s good with it brody?
yo sister just called i hit her with the addy
now billy glowed up i’m f-ckin’ with a baddie
i just called the uber she gun’ ride me like a caddy

like what
chillin in the cut
said she wanna roll with me i told her roll it up
if you got some money motherf-cka throw it up
this a f-ckin’ party yeah we all turnin up
if u didn’t know a motherf-cka glossed up
and btw yo favorite rapper washed up
underground god b-tch you know i’m comin’ up
and you know a motherf-cka g-ssed up

like what
pull up skrrt
pull up d-mn’
pull up skrrt
pull up yeah
pull up skrrt
pull up d-mn
pull up skrrt
pull up yeah

what’s good with it homie?
yo sister just called i hit her with the addy
now billy glowed up i’m f-ckin’ with a baddie
i just called the uber she gun’ ride me like a caddy

- billy marchiafava lyrics

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