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Gucci Mane

"When I Was Water Wippin"

[Verse 1]
I talk so much sh*t I wake a dead man up
And I'm the meth man, you better call Redman up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
You'll have better luck tryna rob a Brinks 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 f*cking senior citizens
Dad, your little sister is granddaddy mistress, sad
Secretary sucking politicians, you mad
You know that Mr. cheating on his Mrs
Remember when I could just take a b*tch to Wendy's
But now these hoes say they wanna go to Sicily
But b*tch you must be silly, wanna go to Piccadilly
Cause I really feel you fake as hell, like Milli Vanilli

[Hook]
These hoes, must of these n*ggas 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. means money over b*tches
These n*ggas say they real, but they just a bunch of b*tches
f*ck 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'
f*ck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen

[Verse 2]
f*ck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
So many chickens in my kitchen got my palms itching
You sucking a rich n*gga di*k, you in a good position
You say your baby daddy broke? b*tch 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 f*ck 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 f*cking friendly
I had three-hundred-fifty-thousand, I was only twenty
Your baby daddy broke, I bury his ass in f*cking twenties
Yeah I'm a fat n*gga, but all I ride is f*cking skinny's
And I don't wanna f*ck that b*tch cause she too f*cking skinny

[Hook]
These hoes, must of these n*ggas 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. means money over b*tches
These n*ggas say they real, but they just a bunch of b*tches
f*ck 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'
f*ck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen

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