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lirik lagu whistle – l.a.donte

[intro]
aye b*tch don’t burn my toast neither…

[verse 1]
hold up i’m back, young n*gga from the ville, baby i don’t know how to act
i been chilling in the cut like neosporin n*gga, and now its my time to react
i been sitting in the club, rolling up woods, bad b*tches, i attract
i don’t speak to em cause they only wanna smoke and i’m facing the entire sack, facts
all of my n*ggas disguised, we don’t really like to bring all the drama (nah!)
we just wanna have a good time just to get our minds off of getting the commas (yea)
cause we focused on it everyday (yea)
steady working tryna get to the pay (yea)
but i peep some faking n*ggas from across the way, and i’m seeing they hate on the come up
sheesh!
i gotta tell the homies
cause it could be static we ain’t tryna have, and i think that i heard that they finished loading
so we gotta move it, ‘fore they get to shooting
boy what is you doing, i seen my n*gga look at me, and he told me he starting to lose it
grabbed a pistol then he stood up to shoot it
guess he living like a muhf*ckin movie
prove it

[hook]
(yea yea)
all my n*ggas keep a whistle, just to prove that they official
(yea yea yea)
see then boys, you better whistle, better tell ‘em that you missed us
(wheeeew!)
she be twerking while she whistle, i done turned her to my mistress
(uh*huh, uh*huh)
all my n*ggas gotta whistle
all my n*ggas…

[bridge]
it go…
take something baby, baby take something
it go…
make something baby, baby make something
it go..
shake something baby, baby shake something
it go, it go, it go…

[verse 2]
i been chilling with my n*ggas (yo)
we been tryna get the figures (yea)
we ain’t f*cking with you b*tches (yea)
we just f*cking on some women
maybe take ‘em to the crib to see how we living
show em southern n*gga pimping, have ‘em stripping in the kitchen (yea yea)
i could make ‘em do the dishes, tell ‘em watch the wine glass, don’t tip it over, this ysl linen
got it matching with the robe (yea)
backwood fresh rolled (yea)
she don’t smoke, she just like the way the smoke rise when we in the yo, yea
how a southern n*gga move smooth through the loses just to grab him a win?
harlem shaking thru the pressure just so i can catch you slipping, uppercut to the chin
sheesh!
hold up n*gga how you do that, how my music stay improving?
i been working on my movements, now a n*gga smooth like a hot knife thru b*tter, you can peep how i’m moving
check the flow when i spit it, so official need a whistle
southern city sl!cka n*gga, i ain’t f*cking with the bullsh*t, no pippen

[bridge]
it go…
take something baby, baby take something
it go…
make something baby, baby make something
it go..
shake something baby, baby shake something
it go, it go, it go…

[outro]
then i hanged…

- l a donte

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