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Versuri Che & ‎OsamaSon – WHIPPIN lyrics

[Intro]
(gyro, sayonara)

[Chorus: Che]
I’m still up in the kitchen, yeah (Pssh, pssh, pssh)
I’m still up in the kitchen, yeah (I’m still up in that kitchen)
I’m still up in the kitchen, yeah (Work my wrist, yeah, mm)
I’m still up in the kitchen, yeah (Work my wrist, yeah)
Got Dior for my kicks, yeah (Oh, let’s go, oh)
Got fuckin’ DRKSHDW Rick, yeah (Oh)
I’m clean as the fuck, take a flick, yeah
Whippin’ the pot with my wrist, woo (Whip that bitch, blatt)

[Verse 1: Che]
Si-sippin’ that dirty, that piss (Bleh), woo (Woo)
I’m finna die by the blick, woo (Brr, brr)
I’m tryna fuck up my wrist, yeah (They bust down)
Only smoke opps and them zips (Smoke), yeah
Shawty got dick suckin’ lips, yeah (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
All of these hoes, I’m a pimp, yeah
A-all of these hoes, I’m a pimp, yeah, woo (Woah, woah, yeah)
See all this blood on my Timbs, yеah (sayonara, boop-boop-boop)

[Chorus: Che]
I stir up in the kitchen, yeah (Pssh, pssh, yеah)
I stir up in the kitchen (I’m still up in that kitchen)
I stir up in the kitchen, yeah (Work my wrist, yeah)
I see a opp, I kill him, yeah (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
I seen the drop, I’m mixin’, hm (Blah, pew)
Fuckin’ that bitch, I’m fizzy, yeah (Let’s go, what? Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Fuckin’ that bitch, I’m fizzy (Yeah, what? Yeah, boop-boop-boop-boop)
Fuckin’ that bitch, I’m fizzy (Bitch, yeah, what? Boop-boop-boop-boop)

[Verse 2: OsamaSon & Che]
We got couple hoes kissin’, two bags, fifteen on some shoes (Fifteen)
All these checks I see, got blue (Woo-woo)
All these checks I see, got blue (Yeah, woo)
I catch opp, I shoot (Woo-woo), yeah
Bentley, fucked up, swoop, shit (Boop-boop-boop-boop, what?)
I’m geeked up, need two, woo (That’s it, let’s go, bitch)
[?] for the head, get boomed, woo (sayonara, what?)
I’m not in the room, I got no leg room (Uh-huh)
I got—
Car so fast, it zoom, car so fast, it zoom (It zoom, let’s go, woo)

[Verse 3: Che]
Bitch, I’m sippin’ on lean, I-I count bands, awoo (Frrat, vrrm)
Ain’t no Chrome Heart shoe, fifty-five on my blues (Woo, let’s go)
Racks, they gon’ dance in the booth, racks, they gon’ dance in the booth (Woo, woo)
Racks, they gon’ dance in the booth, racks, they gon’ dance in the booth (Got bands in the booth)
Ba-Back to the [?] little room, th-they don’t got clothes on too
Smokin’ good dope, I ain’t hittin’ that— ooh
Sha-Shawty get deep in the Lamb’ truck, ooh (Boop-boop, boop-boop)

[Chorus: Che]
I’m still up in the kitchen, yeah (Pssh, pssh, pssh)
I’m still up in the kitchen, yeah (I’m still up in that kitchen)
I’m still up in the kitchen, yeah (Work my wrist, yeah)
I’m still up in the kitchen, yeah (Work my wrist, mm, yeah)
Got Dior for my kicks, yeah (Oh, let’s go, oh)
Got fuckin’ DRKSHDW Rick, yeah (Oh)
I’m clean as the fuck, take a flick, yeah
Whippin’ the pot with my wrist, woo (Whip that bitch, blatt)
I stir up in the kitchen, yeah
I stir up in the kitchen, yeah (I’m still up in that kitchen)
I stir up in the kitchen, yeah (Work my wrist, yeah)
I see a opp, I kill him, yeah (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
I seen the drop, I’m mixin’, hm (Blah, pew)
Fuckin’ that bitch, I’m fizzy, yeah (Let’s go, what?)
Fuckin’ that bitch, I’m fizzy (Boop-boop-boop)

Written by: Che / ‎OsamaSon / gyro