Gucci Mane - Whip Appeal lyrics

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Gucci Mane - Whip Appeal lyrics

White Brick Mob Brick Squad, White Girl Mob Brick Squad, White Girl Mob White Brick Mob, b**hes [Chorus] Why we gotta k** sh**? Me and Gucci talking real sh** Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, b**h Whip appeal, b**h Whip appeal, b**h Cars on top of cars I'ma call it whip appeal, b**h No I'm not a scholar I'm drinking out the bottle Only f** with models If she ain't dead fine than there ain't no need to holler Yeah, I'm a baller My swag through the roof And your girlfriend is the truth We got a room at the Ramada She don't want to be bothered You callin' like a father You actin' like a toddler You need a role model I'm Polo with the Prada I'm balling on you n***as like a Harlem Glodetrotter I'm walking with a waddle You make believe n***as Harry Potter Amigo friends might recommend the whole enchilada Your girlfriend is a quitter You should spit or you saliva I'm Gucci Mane the mobster Not a jocker, not a blogger [Chorus] Gucci let's get 'em Got that AR chopper Come through the front door Left them at the doctor Now we up a hundred more bands, that's proper No need for a preacher Pray to me, I'll be your father Hide the young ones cause I'm coming for your daughter If you ain't selling p**y, I ain't gon' bother Got a p**nstar, a ho, and a model In the club we do big sh** Pop a hundred bottles We gettin' hoes wet They gon' need goggles They said get that gas So I'm on that full throttle If I had a dick, than I'd tell that b**h to swallow Thirty in my clip and I'm letting out hallows [Chorus] LA Raiders Bo Jackson Making love to the money Oh I'm so pa**ionate Hood stripes, Chuck Taylors, low khakis Scraping in that new V looking V-Nasty Selling snow in the winter I ain't cold yet That's why I'm an OG and I ain't Old yet South Central Murder Dubs, k**er California Bend the wrong corner You'll be sicker than pneumonia Police told me to freeze And my watch to chill Whip the work into a SLS Whip Appeal Powder so fresh, I had to break the seal 96 and Wall Street sh** gets real [Chorus]

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