TWISTA WHIP GAME PROPER (FEAT. LIL' WAYNE) LYRICS
Hook
Whip game proper, whip game proper, you know my whip game proper
Whip game proper, you know whip game proper, whip game proper
A package on the way, you know my whip game proper
Whip game proper, whip game proper, you know my whip game proper
Whip game proper, you know whip game proper, whip game proper
A package on the way, you know my whip game proper
Verse I - Twista
Whip game proper, cocain chopper
Don't offer me reefa, unless you know the flame proper
You know I'm in something sick, when you see the Twista pop up
Fucked up off juice and vodka and high as a helicopter
In the grape jelly jag or peanut butter bentley
Or groupe hummer, cause a few bitches is coming with me
Or break down slowly, I'm stalling off in a stick shift
Muah, give my rims a kiss, they got big lips
Now, tear the guts outs, bricks a get served like ostrich interior
Because I'm sitting on the biggest bird
Vocalistic cataclisms, I spit the biggest words
Fuck you and you bitch ass crew, I spit the biggest verbs
Your life is secondary, I fuck my secretary
My life is legendary, keep a gun in every Chevy
My trunk knock up, watch how I beat the block up
A paper chopper, cause of my tip, the flame pop up...cause my
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Verse II - Lil' Wayne
Yessir, un, I'm up in it like dope dick
And I'm physically find, but my flow sick
Yosemite Sam, two holsters
Two pistols, can't be too cautious
Yes, human crack Young Carter
I perform better in hot water
Yea, and my whip game straight
On a bad day, I can turn a 2 into an 8
And when I smile it looks like a bag of coke
I gets high, I'm twisted like a bag of ropes
And I come from the jungle
I'm like Peter, I ride for my animals...ya dig
now get money or get the fuck
So much ice, I need to stick with the puck
And if the work ain't big enough
I could whip it up, watch me whip it up...because my
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Verse III - twista
Whip game proper, watch how I stir the pot up
Thugging like I won't Pac up my fafa, go blaka blaka
Do anything a nigga got's to do to protect my product
When you call the cops up, I'll be gone before the search through my product
Because I don't want the drama, don't wanna holla at cha
Honest, up under my seat, I carry the lama
And then I peel off in my Impala
I'm a Jeff Gordon slash chef, sorry I gots to peel
Behind the wheel or the stove, I whip it real hard
Til' it get real hard, give the shorties real jobs
Not from Georgia, I'm from Chicago, but I got a field mob
They all be popper, at the top of the Carter
Cuttin' work at the table, like a dj go a ha a ha
All of us poppin tags, all of us riding bentleys
All of us riding bikes, so you know we all poppin willies
I'm a C note dropper, good dope shopper
Click gon' make dollars, cause my spit game proper
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