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letra de whip it dirty - pnb rock

[intro: pnb rock]
ooh, ooh
oh yeah
rock
talk that work sh-t, with dave east
f-ck these n-gg-s talkin’ about?
whoo

[chorus: pnb rock]
standin’ in the kitchen, i done f-cked up a couple grams
tell my og remix it, now i’m making bands
n-gg- i can show you how to whip it (ooh)
n-gg- let me show you how to whip it (ooh)
n-gg- i can show you how to whip it (ooh)
n-gg- let me show you how to whip it (ooh)
baby bottle jar, baking soda and a couple bowls
it don’t even matter, microwave or the f-ckin’ stove
n-gg- i can show you how to whip it (ooh)
n-gg- let me show you how to whip it (ooh)
n-gg- i can show you how to whip it (ooh)
n-gg- let me show you how to whip it (ooh)

[verse 1: pnb rock]
leash and t came up on some work and they brought it to my attention
like, “rock, do you know how to cook it?”
i said, “f-ck no, but let’s go to the kitchen.” (ooh)
we went to the kitchen and i got to whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ ’til it disappeared
i was like, “oh!”, t was like, “bro!”, and leash was like, “d-mn! what the f-ck you done did?”
i don’t know but let me call my plug (brrr, brrr)
he came and remixed the work
he bought that sh-t back, i made a power pack and i took it [?]
trap phone jumping like jordan
let me tell you ’bout my young n-gg- joy
he be ot, movin’ work low key, always call me like, “f-ck, i need more sh-t.”
trap phone jumpin’ like d. rose
[?] keep callin’ me the hero
n-gg-s keep talkin’ that work sh-t
get booked, start singin’ like mingo
i whip it so good, my wrist got the cramps
i will take change, i even take stamps
i’m whippin’ and whippin’ and breakin’ it down
whippin’ and whippin’ and breakin’ it down

[verse 2: dave east]
n-gg- i can show you how to whip it
my cousin booster went and showed me about this crippin’
i’m sippin’ juice, it got a n-gg- feelin’ different (lean)
little b up in the kitchen water whippin’
my n-gg- rock said he came up on the block
36 oz, we can put it in a pot
when that money come in, that’s when n-gg-s start to plot
standin’ in the kitchen with a smoker and a glock
runnin’ out of baking soda, hit it with the ice
whip it with a knife, zombies outside all night
slept in the trap, wake up first i check my phone
you could make a livin’ off white
blanco, but the color off-white
[?] was the best
powder all over the livin’ room
call keyshia, come clean up this mess
i done seen it happen to the best
i was never blind to it, no ray charles
[?]
i know your pops, he just called us for an 8 bar
put it on my tongue, i can taste raw (mmm)
for the love of a brick, i ain’t lovin’ no chick
here’s some c-ke, sniff your face off

- pnb rock

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