Whisper By Blac Youngsta
How you doin’ there daddy, can we rap for a minute?
I know you got a girl, but I ain’t really trippin’
If you don’t, that’s cool, I’ma play my position
So you know where I’m goin’, back to the business
I was [?], I heard some ho’s talkin’
I ain’t cut him up, but I don’t do that *** often
He ain’t drop a little bit, they was talkin’ ’bout the ***
You a ***-up ***, like suttin’, you ain’t ’bout ***
So, I said, “I wanna see him”
I had to get up on his ground in the DM
Don’t care about his *** or his BM
Pull up on a ***, nine o’clock PM
Sir, tie *** [?], beat it hard
Don’t worry ’bout the grass, you can park on the lawn
Real niggas, I don’t *** with the Morris
35 niggas caught a five for the charge
Get ya what ya lookin’ for (Ho)
Second, what ya cookin’ for me? (Ho)
Hater, what ya lookin’ for? (Ho)
Second, why you lookin’ for me?
Get ya what ya lookin’ for (Ho)
Second, what ya cookin’ for me? (Ho)
Hater, what ya lookin’ for? (Ho)
Second, why you lookin’ for me?
I ain’t ***, and your momma, she can see that (So?)
Only my cars in her house ’cause she keep that (Ho)
Into my liquor with my side ***, I be that (Huh)
Get the *** place, *** house, where we meet at? (Come in)
I know she a ho, ’cause she did this befo’ (Go down)
Told her I was cool, but she still want below (Lowdown)
I got plenty money, but I still want some more (Ching)
I got plenty ***, but I still want a ho
On the go, *** now still want the smoke (Bow)
Can’t fit the [?] in, but I still want ’em [?] (Gang, gang)
I like ’em black, but I still want the snow
Bun it, in the blocks, go and steal for the low (Brr)
Got a flow, but they still steal my flow
Know she got a deep throat, but I steal for the throat
I run up, my hand draws, you can see it when it poke
I ain’t moving love to that ***, I’ma leave her, so
Get ya what ya lookin’ for (Ho)
Second, what ya cookin’ for me? (Ho)
Hater, what ya lookin’ for? (Ho)
Second, why you lookin’ for me?
Get ya what ya lookin’ for (Ho)
Second, what ya cookin’ for me? (Ho)
Hater, what ya lookin’ for? (Ho)
Second, why you lookin’ for me?
I’ll never *** it if a *** don’t cut it
You can lick it, lick it, but a *** won’t suck it
How the *** you gon’ cuff it if you ain’t got a budget?
Big face hundreds, keep a real *** comin’
Stacks on stacks in my Chanel purse
You ain’t gotta check lo, homie, it won’t work
Better hit your baby momma if you wanna hit it for free
Old pole ass ***, keep sucking your teeth
You ain’t never getting ‘tween these cheeks
Or in these sheets
If you keep plain and cheap, uh
Let him hit it with his Nikes on
Let me shine wit’ it baby, keep the lights on
What you workin’ wit’, baby, is your pipe long?
Cut your phone off, baby, leave your wife home, straight up
You want two *** for it, you gotta pay us
‘Cause this ain’t a hotel, a motherfuckin’ slayer
Get ya what ya lookin’ for (Ho)
Second, what ya cookin’ for me? (Ho)
Hater, what ya lookin’ for? (Ho)
Second, why you lookin’ for me?
Get ya what ya lookin’ for (Ho)
Second, what ya cookin’ for me? (Ho)
Hater, what ya lookin’ for? (Ho)
Second, why you lookin’ for me?
