(Intro)
DJ Scream in the hood, MMG representer
Alongside, my nigga DJ Spinz
And we present to the motherfuckin streets
Gucci Mane, Trap God 2 nigga!

(Verse)
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I’m the milkman, you better call red man up
I’m bout myself man and yes I rap my bread back up
Ya hell better low, tryina rob a rich bank truck
8 ounces and a crush soda
Last month I damn near smoked the Range Rover
I bought a plank, correct the ceiling, put the strong in it
I’m drinkin raw out the jar, caviar sippin
I might need a new prescription
These young hoes fuckin senior citizens
Damn, yer little sister – granddaddy mistress
Sad, secretary suckin politicians
You mad, you know that Mr. cheatin on his Mrs.
Remember when I could just take a bitch to end this
But now these hoes say they wanna go to Sicily
But bitch you must be silly, wanna go to Piccadilly
Cuz I really feel you think it’s hell, I think that we’ve made it

(Hook)
These hoes, mostly these niggas go broke for these hoes,
Big bad bully bunny be for these hoes
Married 30 years but he sleep with these hoes
Spending all his money, going out to eat
MOB mane, 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

(Verse)
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
So many chickens in my kitchen, got my palms itchin
You suckin a rich nigga dick, you in a good position
You say yo baby daddy broke, bitch you really trippin
Wut’s wrong wit ya? What kind of life you livin?
You wanna ball? Hit the mall or just eat twice the chicken
Gucci be really pimpin, I need just 30 minutes
And if you cool baby we can fuck every Wednesday
But you must pay attention, baby you got to listen
The first rules, that you cannot have hoes in my business
You know I ball relentless, pull up in Benz and Bentleys
And I don’t wanna meet yo daddy, I ain’t fuckin friendly
I had 3 hundred 50 thousand, I was on the 20
Yo baby daddy book, I bury his ass in fuckin 20’s
Yea I’m a fat nigga but all I want is fuckin skinnies
And I don’t wanna fuck that bitch cuz she too fuckin skinny

(Hook)
These hoes, mostly these niggas go broke for these hoes,
Big bad bully bunny be for these hoes
Married 30 years but he sleep with these hoes
Spending all his money, going out to eat
MOB mane, 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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When I Was Water Wippin Lyrics

Gucci Mane – When I Was Water Wippin Lyrics