Whip This Out

Ah (Casell Beats) (Yeh-yeh) Ah-ah-ah, whip-whip (yessir, whip-whip) Yeh-yeh, ah-ah (Wesh la Zone) Okay (yeh-yeh-yeh, ah) Ah, ah Ah-ah-ah, whip-whip (whip-whip) Non siamo mai stati nella zona VIP (ah-ah) La nostra faccia è coperta da uno skin Ci vedi in tuta, non abbiamo mai comprato un jeans, yeh (yo) Se cadi dalla tavola fai Wipeout, ah Whip-whip, c'hai la faccia da clown, ah Forse è meglio se ridi ogni tanto, ahah Che a fare il serio ti stai rovinando, ah Ciao, rapper, sai, ti sono mancato (diglielo, yeh-yeh) Sette mesi che non rappo e tutti i topi ballano Io stavo firmando un nuovo contratto (ahahah) Universal mi fa subito un bonifico istantaneo Non cado, se esco quel giorno gli rapper vanno in para Hanno tutti da dire alla minima cazzata Non vedono l'ora che Rhove sbaglia (yeh-yeh) La mia faccia al Time Square gli ha cambiato la giornata, ah Occhio e bene, cosa hai ancora da dirmi (ah, no) Sono un petite senza sbatti con gli sbirri (okay) Il tuo letto è ancora scomodo (ah) Se vuoi ti presto i miei quattro platini per dormirci, ehi (yeh-yeh, yo) Il tuo pubblico dovrebbe sapere (ah) Che prima di cantare ti fai di quella cosina là Stai dimagrendo, si vede, ma non lo diciamo ai fan (yeh-yeh) Basta che stai zitto la prossima volta che fai ba, yeh-yeh È da un anno che sono dentro la scena italiana Faccio foto con i bebè e i maranza, non con te Sei diventato famoso una settimana Se TikTok non funziona torni a vivere con tua mamma (brr) Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, whip-whip (whip-whip) Non siamo mai stati nella zona VIP La nostra faccia è coperta da uno skin Ci vedi in tuta, non abbiamo mai comprato un jeans Ah-ah-ah, whip-whip (whip-whip) Non siamo mai stati nella zona VIP (nella zona VIP) La nostra faccia è coperta da uno skin (da uno skin) Ci vedi in tuta, non abbiamo mai comprato un jeans (yeah) (Fammela riprovare) (Whip-whip)

Three hundred miles an hour on water In your purpose-built machine No one dared to call a boat Screaming blue Out of this world Make history This is your day Blue Bird At such speeds... things fly What did she say?... I know the pain of too much tenderness Wondering when or if you'll come back again Wanting to live for you And being banned from giving But only love will turn you around Only love will turn you around Only love Only love will turn you around So we live you and I Either side of the edge And we run and we scream With the dilated stare Of obsession and dreaming What the hell do we want Is it only to go Where nobody has gone A better way than the herd Sing a different song Till you're running the ledge To the gasp from the crowd Spinning round in your head Everything that she said...

This goes out to all them hustlers Everybody out there making them ends meet I ain't mad at'cha JE y'all, this goes out to everybody This goes out to you, this goes out to you (This goes out) This goes out to you, this goes out to you (I'm telling you this goes out) This goes out to you, this goes out to you (This goes out, hey) This goes out to you, this goes out to you (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Some people sleep five to a bed Three at the feet, two at the top So I can't really talk about how they should live When I know in my heart if it came down to it I'd be getting down the same as them See Lord, tryna hustle must be something heaven sent A lot of rent wouldn't be made without this trade That we call hustlin' This goes out to the cats on the corner Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out to the girls in the streets Like going all out just so their kids can eat Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out... I used to be half between Going all out and doings things that I know just wasn't right And now I'm looking back And I think just do it or never did something But I can tell you that I'd probably take a bullet in my head than leave my family unfed And that's the way it is This goes out to my homies, yeah This goes out to the cats on the corner Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out to the girls in the streets Like going all out just so their kids can eat Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out... Uh, uh, uh Ay yo I welcome the struggle Like I welcome the hustle Find the right one, take it and bubble That's on the muscle I ain't giving in, I'm trying to win And if I gotta get my hands a little dirty Then I'm sorry for sin But the Fed don't understand ain't bred So brothers gotta learn to bake to make bread Chicks use their ass and shake to make breat But I understand shorty keep them kids fed This goes out to my whole 5-5-81 click I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this Rich cars, fine homes, girls with nice toes Dime pieces standing in line to show us their thongs Went from riding six deep in a little ass jeep To Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the streets We gon' ball till we fall Cause we fadin' em all Put your glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all This goes out to the cats on the corner Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out to the girls in the streets Like going all out just so their kids can eat Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something Hold your head up cause they can't touch you This goes out... My homies, you can't touch me If you don't really know This goes out to my homies You can't touch me If you don't really know This goes out to my homies You can't touch me If you don't really know This goes out to my homies You can't touch me If you don't really know

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