When I Was Water Wippin

Gucci Mane

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    [Verse 1:]
    I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
    And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
    I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
    You'll have better luck tryna' rob a Brick Bank truck
    Eight ounces and a Crush soda
    Last month I damn near smoked a Range Rover
    I buy a pint, crack the seal, and put a straw in it
    I'm drinking raw out the jar, caviar sipping
    I might need a new prescription
    These young hoes fucking senior citizens
    Dad, your little sister, granddaddy, mistress, sad
    Secretary sucking politicians, you mad
    You know that Mr. cheating on his Mrs.
    Remember when I could just take a bitch to Wendy's
    But now these hoes say they wanna go to Sicily
    But bitch you must be silly, wanna go to Piccadilly
    Cause I really feel you fake as hell, like Milli Vanilli

    [Hook:]
    These hoes, must of these niggas go broke for these hoes
    Big bad bully but he beat for these hoes
    Married thirty years but he sleep with these hoes
    Spending all this money, going out to eat
    M.O.B. man, money over bitches
    These niggas say they real, but they just a bunch of bitches
    Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
    Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin'
    When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin'
    Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin'
    When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin'
    Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen

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    [Verse 2:]
    Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
    So many chickens in my kitchen got my palms itching
    You sucking a rich nigga dick, you in a good position
    You say your baby daddy broke? Bitch you really tripping
    What's wrong with you, what kind of life you living?
    You wanna ball, hit the mall, or just eat Church's Chicken
    Gucci be really pimping, I need just thirty minutes
    And if you cool baby we could fuck every Wednesday
    But you must pay attention, baby you got to listen
    The first rule, that you cannot have hoes in my business
    You know I ball relentless, pull up in Benz and Bentley's
    And I don't wanna meet your daddy, I ain't fucking friendly
    I had three-hundred-fifty-thousand, I was only twenty
    Your baby daddy broke, I bury his ass in fucking twenties
    Yeah I'm a fat nigga, but all I ride is fucking skinny's
    And I don't wanna fuck that bitch cause she to fucking skinny

    [Hook]

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