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| Lil Pump - Whitney (Feat. Chief Keef) | Lyrics |


***Lil Pump***
Bring ten b*tches to the back...
Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh...
Bring ten b*tches to the back...
Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh...
Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh...
Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh...
Damn, I went and flexed like this...
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh...
I can't wife no b*tch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh...
I can't wife no thot, damn, b*tch I'm sippin' Wok, damn...
And I'm off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn...

***Chief Keef***
Hop in a foreign and step on it...
Sippin' on good drank, and I got a loaf on...
Cops pull me over right now they gon' lock me up...
'Cause I got all this smoke on me...
And I'm so mothaf*ckin' inked...
Lookin' like the tattoo man just wrote on me...
In the all white P1 lookin' like I got a whole bunch of coke on me...
Slide down, ride down, I'm the king, bow down...
One day smoke a half pound, milkin' up, cash cow...
I'm very important, me and my gang don't do pat downs...
I bet I f*cked yo' b*tch, told foenem put the racks out...
You know me and gang goin' for the slide...
The shit we on finna fly...
Yo b*tch pointin' up to the sky...
She know I got them mob ties...
Hammer ridin' 'round with the grass...
Hammer ridin' 'round with the cash...
Shooters on your ass, ASAP...

***Lil Pump***
Bring ten b*tches to the back...
Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh...
Bring ten b*tches to the back...
Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh...
Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh...
Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh...
Damn, I went and flexed like this...
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh...
I can't wife no b*tch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh...
I can't wife no thot, damn, b*tch I'm sippin' Wok, damn...
And I'm off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn...

***Lil Pump***
Damn, Gucci Gang on top...
Damn, yo' b*tch gave me top...
Damn, I just gave that b*tch some dick and took her to the block...
Damn, pull up, drop top 'Rari...
Ooh, my b*tch off a molly...
Ooh, I just gave that b*tch some perc and now she actin' thottie...
Ooh, ten bands on my neck...
Ooh, I just love to flex...
Yeah, off four xans Rick Rubin on a jet, wrists so cold, wrists so wet...
Lil Pump do be runnin' that check...
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet...
Lil Pump do be runnin' that check...
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet...

***Lil Pump***
Bring ten b*tches to the back...
Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh...
Bring ten b*tches to the back...
Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh...
Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh...
Whippin' up Whitney, Whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh...
Damn, I went and flexed like this...
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh...
I can't wife no b*tch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh...
I can't wife no thot, damn, b*tch I'm sippin' Wok, damn...
And I'm off this xan, damn, this will never stop...

| Lil Pump Feat. Chief Keef - Whitney | Lyrics |
"Lil Pump - Whitney Lyrics"
Sing: Lil Pump & Chief Keef
Song: Whitney
Album: Lil Pump
Released: 2017

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