WIPE Lyrics – JAHMED
Wipe me down, lil’ *** (Ayy, ooh)
Set a trend, I’ma win
I’m a God with the *** (I’m a what? Ooh, ooh)
Bring your friend off the gin (Ayy)
We gon’ jive off the ***
Chop the top off with machete
I’ma dog with the ***, I’ma what?
Call a *** mutt (Ayy)
Extended long clip hit a *** like a truck (Like a what?)
Uh, two-seat, my whip, girl, work ’til I’m up (‘Til I’m up)
These niggas fiction like Snow on tha Bluff (Oh, wow)
Uh, rap my nutrition, I rack out my wishlist (Ayy)
Ball ’til I’m old, ’97 Scotty Pippin (Pimpin’)
These hoes, they know I don’t care ’bout attention (Yeah, yeah)
These hoes, they know I’m selective with my pension (With my pension, lil’ ***)
Ayy, uh, your favorite rapper is a ***, dawg (He’s a ***, dawg)
All he know is Xannies, Addies and a Goyard (And a Goyard)
This for my niggas in the slums, level four yard (Level four yard)
*** around and get smacked Cam Coldheart
Wipe me down, lil’ ***
Set a trend, I’ma win
I’m a God with the ***
Bring your friend off the gin
We gon’ jive off the ***
Chop the top off with machete
I’ma dog with the ***, I’ma what?
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ohh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ooh, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, Zoom call from my bedroom (From my what?)
Label meeting, need a million and some leg room (Need a mil’)
Nah, tell them niggas, “Double up, I need my mommy lit” (Ayy)
But they side-eye you when you talk ’bout ownership (Ooh)
Don’t hit me with no ra-ra, that *** won’t fly-fly (Okay)
***, this the coast, wanna trip? So my auntie slide (So my auntie slide)
***, this the coast, *** trippin’ (Are you trippin’?), so my granny slide (Ooh)
Errybody troopin’, niggas movin’ stupid, niggas get hit
And I ain’t gotta push the flag just to be with the shits
But I know some niggas pushin’ flags that will *** up your wig
Armani season got the fiends fiendin’ (Fiendin’)
I gave you niggas half the year, now I’m spring cleanin’ (Now I’m spring cleanin’)
These *** gave me a hunnid tears and I don’t see the reason (And I don’t see the reason)
I crash the boof, but I hop out, I’m still breathin’
And I put that on God, like R.I.P. Curt
Bruh, this *** the mob, like lil’ ***, I mob
Wipe me down, lil’ ***
Set a trend, I’ma win
I’m a God with the ***
Bring your friend off the gin
We gon’ jive off the ***
Chop the top off with machete
I’ma dog with the ***, I’ma what?
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ohh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ooh, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ ***, ooh
