WHIM WHAMIEE [remix] Songtext
von PLUTO
WHIM WHAMIEE [remix] Songtext
Scram, bam, don′t we do it big? (Jai on the beat)
And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in
Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the sh-
We right-hand cookin′, and we know to flip the grill (Zaytoven)
Tell 'em-
Big PLUTO, -, like, what the f-?
Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as - (we deep as -)
He want me bad, heard he a duck
Can′t get no - out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)
F- a scram, we gettin′ money
Fresh to death when I pop out, - you forever lookin' funny (you lookin′ funny, -)
Free pickin', -, I′m with the gang
Called up bro, somethin' like a choir, they gon′ let them - sing (gra-da-da-da)
Whim, wham, -, you burnt out (yo)
Whim, wham, oh, -, I'm turnt now (oh -, I'm turnt)
Catchin′ plays, stay out the way (mm)
That′s my type, I'm tryna -, and right now (right now)
Yeah, we gettin′ money (huh)
Yeah, we gettin' pape′ (for sure)
Shake that -, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon′ be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her - dropped the bag
Shake that - (shake that -), whim, whamie
Go get a bag, - (uh-huh, uh-huh), ′cause you don′t scare me (uh-huh, -)
Shake that -, whim, whamie (Huncho PLUTO)
Go get a bag -, 'cause you don′t scare me (uh, uh, yeah)
It's Sexyy
Bi-Bi-Big Sexyy, like -, what the -?
I been thuggin′ since a baby, came out the womb throwin' up blood (North side)
You wanna - with Big Sexyy? Then you gotta get them bucks
Can′t get no - out this - (nope, nope), put some Truey on this butt (True Religion)
W-we them - in the city (whim, wham)
Yeah, I know these - ain't - with me (nope; whim, wham)
Petite lil' - and I′m pretty (whim, wham)
I′m with my - gettin' litty
Se-Sexyy gettin′ money (yeah)
Sexyy gettin' paid (you know it)
Shake my -, show that -, throwin′ bloods all in his face (on Blood)
I'm forever gon′ be that -, I'm forever gon' chase a bag
I-I like - on these - ′cause I know it make them mad (North side)
Shake that - (on my granny)
Shake that - (ain′t got on panties, nope)
Shake that - (I smell like candy, damn)
Shake that - (they think I'm scammy)
Sexyy (on Blood)
Yeah, we gettin′ money (huh)
Yeah, we gettin' pape′
Shake that -, hit a split (let's go), throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin′ money, you forever gon' be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, ′cause her - dropped the bag
Shake that - (shake that -), whim, whamie
I said, uh-, you don′t scare me
Shake that -, whim, whamie (Huncho PLUTO)
Go get a bag -, 'cause you don′t scare me
And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in
Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the sh-
We right-hand cookin′, and we know to flip the grill (Zaytoven)
Tell 'em-
Big PLUTO, -, like, what the f-?
Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as - (we deep as -)
He want me bad, heard he a duck
Can′t get no - out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)
F- a scram, we gettin′ money
Fresh to death when I pop out, - you forever lookin' funny (you lookin′ funny, -)
Free pickin', -, I′m with the gang
Called up bro, somethin' like a choir, they gon′ let them - sing (gra-da-da-da)
Whim, wham, -, you burnt out (yo)
Whim, wham, oh, -, I'm turnt now (oh -, I'm turnt)
Catchin′ plays, stay out the way (mm)
That′s my type, I'm tryna -, and right now (right now)
Yeah, we gettin′ money (huh)
Yeah, we gettin' pape′ (for sure)
Shake that -, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon′ be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her - dropped the bag
Shake that - (shake that -), whim, whamie
Go get a bag, - (uh-huh, uh-huh), ′cause you don′t scare me (uh-huh, -)
Shake that -, whim, whamie (Huncho PLUTO)
Go get a bag -, 'cause you don′t scare me (uh, uh, yeah)
It's Sexyy
Bi-Bi-Big Sexyy, like -, what the -?
I been thuggin′ since a baby, came out the womb throwin' up blood (North side)
You wanna - with Big Sexyy? Then you gotta get them bucks
Can′t get no - out this - (nope, nope), put some Truey on this butt (True Religion)
W-we them - in the city (whim, wham)
Yeah, I know these - ain't - with me (nope; whim, wham)
Petite lil' - and I′m pretty (whim, wham)
I′m with my - gettin' litty
Se-Sexyy gettin′ money (yeah)
Sexyy gettin' paid (you know it)
Shake my -, show that -, throwin′ bloods all in his face (on Blood)
I'm forever gon′ be that -, I'm forever gon' chase a bag
I-I like - on these - ′cause I know it make them mad (North side)
Shake that - (on my granny)
Shake that - (ain′t got on panties, nope)
Shake that - (I smell like candy, damn)
Shake that - (they think I'm scammy)
Sexyy (on Blood)
Yeah, we gettin′ money (huh)
Yeah, we gettin' pape′
Shake that -, hit a split (let's go), throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin′ money, you forever gon' be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, ′cause her - dropped the bag
Shake that - (shake that -), whim, whamie
I said, uh-, you don′t scare me
Shake that -, whim, whamie (Huncho PLUTO)
Go get a bag -, 'cause you don′t scare me
Writer(s): Otis Williams, Xavier Dotson, Christopher Webster, Jada Amaurie Smith, Shanice Cameron, Michael Griffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
