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Gucci Mane

Whip Appeal

 

Whip Appeal

(album: BAYTL - 2011)


White Brick Mob
Brick Squad, White Girl Mob
Brick Squad, White Girl Mob
White Brick Mob, bitches

[Chorus:]
Why we gotta kill shit?
Me and Gucci talking real shit
Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch
Whip appeal, bitch
Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, bitch

No I'm not a scholar
I'm drinking out the bottle
Only fuck with models
If she ain't dead fine than there ain't no need to holler
Yeah, I'm a baller
My swag through the roof
And your girlfriend is the truth
We got a room at the Ramada
She don't want to be bothered
You calling like a father
You acting like a toddler
You need a role model
I'm Polo with the Prada
I'm balling on you niggas like a Harlem Glodetrotter
I'm walking with a waddle
You make believe niggas Harry Potter
Amigo friends might recommend the whole enchilada
Your girlfriend is a quitter
You should spit or you saliva
I'm Gucci Mane the mobster
Not a jocker, not a blogger

[Chorus]

Gucci let's get 'em
Got that AR chopper
Come through the front door
Left them at the doctor
Now we up a hundred more bands, that's proper
No need for a preacher
Pray to me, I'll be your father
Hide the young ones cause I'm coming for your daughter
If you ain't selling pussy, I ain't gon' bother
Got a pornstar, a ho, and a model
In the club we do big shit
Pop a hundred bottles
We getting hoes wet
They gon' need goggles
They said get that gas
So I'm on that full throttle
If I had a dick, than I'd tell that bitch to swallow
Thirty in my clip and I'm letting out hallows

[Chorus]

LA Raiders
Bo Jackson
Making love to the money
Oh I'm so passionate
Hood stripes, Chuck Taylors, low khakis
Scraping in that new V looking V-Nasty
Selling snow in the winter I ain't cold yet
That's why I'm an OG and I ain't Old yet
South Central Murder Dubs, Killer California
Bend the wrong corner
You'll be sicker than pneumonia
Police told me to freeze
And my watch to chill
Whip the work into a SLS
Whip Appeal
Powder so fresh, I had to break the seal
96 and Wall Street
Shit gets real

[Chorus]

done

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