jumpin' outta whips - kiki guapo lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh
ooh*uh, ooh*uh
[chorus]
i knew you were broke, you saw me jumpin’ outta whips (skrrt*skrrt)
hot sh*t, just like hot wheels, i was tired and sh*t (phew)
got another magazine, (boom*boom) we gon’ shoot that sh*t (bri’)
these n*ggas were broke, i copped that sh*t (dimes)
ooh*uh, yeah i copped that sh*t (shoo*shoo)
n*ggas hittin’ stains, now that’s burberry on my b*tch (rah*rah)
say sum, (brrraah) we gon’ leave that n*gga with a stitch (grrah)
n*gga you dumb, we gon’ leave him with some (grrah)
[verse 1]
n*ggas tryna’ duck my sh*t, we told that n*gga lay low (oh)
i know he’s a b*tch, that’s why he gon’ do what i say so (yeah, he do)
main through, i told that b*tch shove this sh*t in her throat (oops)
blue boat, now a n*gga cuffin’, what are you bout (what you bout’)
i know you ain’t bout the cash, or bout the bag (bag)
my b*tches ain’t like yours, yours are callеd slags (slatt*slatt)
you main b*tch hopped on my d*ck like a see*saw (hup, hup)
now i’m getting stеamy, so i gave a b*tch a deep*throat (gulp)
[chorus]
i knew you were broke, you saw me jumpin’ outta whips (skrrt*skrrt)
hot sh*t, just like hot wheels, i was tired and sh*t (phew)
got another magazine, (boom*boom) we gon’ shoot that sh*t (bri’)
these n*ggas were broke, i copped that sh*t (dimes)
ooh*uh, yeah i copped that sh*t (shoo*shoo)
n*ggas hittin’ stains, now that’s burberry on my b*tch (rah*rah)
say sum, (brrraah) we gon’ leave that n*gga with a stitch (grrah)
n*gga you dumb, we gon’ leave him with some (grrah)
[verse 2]
got some new whips, that’s a rarri (vroom)
r.i.p that n*gga, he from harley (hey)
i was with your b*tch, she was jarring (hi)
this sh*t ain’t a coupe, that sh*t stallin’ (boom)
now i’m up now, that’s a party (woah)
n*ggas let me leave, my flight departed (zoom)
look what you n*ggas just started (phew)
now i’m in a wraith, that shi*, uh (uh)
[chorus]
i knew you were broke, you saw me jumpin’ outta whips (skrrt*skrrt)
hot sh*t, just like hot wheels, i was tired and sh*t (phew)
got another magazine, (boom*boom) we gon’ shoot that sh*t (bri’)
these n*ggas were broke, i copped that sh*t (dimes)
ooh*uh, yeah i copped that sh*t (shoo*shoo)
n*ggas hittin’ stains, now that’s burberry on my b*tch (rah*rah)
say sum, (brrraah) we gon’ leave that n*gga with a stitch (grrah)
n*gga you dumb, we gon’ leave him with some (grrah)
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