[Chorus: Lil Wayne - chopped & screwed]
Whip game proper, whip game proper
You know my whip game proper, whip prop-proper
You know my whip game proper, whip game proper
You kn.. a package on the way you know my whip game proper
You know my whip game proper, whip-whip game proper
You know my whip game proper, whip game proper
Whip game proper, you know my whip game proper
With my package on the way you know whip game, whip proper
[Twista - over Hook]
Uhh, Twista and Weezy F. Baby, ya dig
Whip game proper like behind the wheel, behind the stove (uhh)
It don't matter (uhh) check it out
[Verse 1: Twista]
Whip game proper, co-caine chopper
Don't offer me reefer unless you know the flame proper
You know I'm in somethin sick when you see the Twista pop off
Fucked up off juice and Vodka and high as a helicopter
In the grape jelly Jag or peanut butter Bentley
Or ruby Hummer cause a few bitches is comin with me
Or break down slowly I'm stallin off in the stick shift (whoo)
Mwah! Give my rims a kiss, they got big lips
Now tear the guts out, bricks'll get served
Like ostrich interior, because I'm sittin on the biggest birds
Vocalistic cataclysms, I spit the biggest words
Fuck you and yo' bitch-ass crew, I spit the sickest verbs
Yo' life is secondary, I fuck my secretary
My life is legendary, keep a gun in every Chevy
My trunk knocker, watch how I beat the block up
A paper chopper cause on my tip, the flame pop up - cause my
Whip game proper, whip game proper
You know my whip game proper, whip prop-proper
You know my whip game proper, whip game proper
You kn.. a package on the way you know my whip game proper
You know my whip game proper, whip-whip game proper
You know my whip game proper, whip game proper
Whip game proper, you know my whip game proper
With my package on the way you know whip game, whip proper
[Twista - over Hook]
Uhh, Twista and Weezy F. Baby, ya dig
Whip game proper like behind the wheel, behind the stove (uhh)
It don't matter (uhh) check it out
[Verse 1: Twista]
Whip game proper, co-caine chopper
Don't offer me reefer unless you know the flame proper
You know I'm in somethin sick when you see the Twista pop off
Fucked up off juice and Vodka and high as a helicopter
In the grape jelly Jag or peanut butter Bentley
Or ruby Hummer cause a few bitches is comin with me
Or break down slowly I'm stallin off in the stick shift (whoo)
Mwah! Give my rims a kiss, they got big lips
Now tear the guts out, bricks'll get served
Like ostrich interior, because I'm sittin on the biggest birds
Vocalistic cataclysms, I spit the biggest words
Fuck you and yo' bitch-ass crew, I spit the sickest verbs
Yo' life is secondary, I fuck my secretary
My life is legendary, keep a gun in every Chevy
My trunk knocker, watch how I beat the block up
A paper chopper cause on my tip, the flame pop up - cause my
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