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letra de do i - whipped cream

[intro: mulatto]
ah, sh-t
oh
ice, uh-huh
big latto
(it’s whipped cream)

[verse 1: mulatto]
hop out the whip in dior
i push to start, ain’t no key
i blow a bag when i’m bored
don’t leave your n-gga ’round me (uh)
if i reach in that new coco, i’m finna go loco, b-tch, you better duck (uh)
handle all my problems dolo, i’m pullin’ up solo, b-tch, just like my cup
hop out the 6 (hop out the 6)
and these b-tches sick (and these b-tches sick)
i take your n-gga and i flood his face, just like my wrist (just like my wrist)
and i want the smoke, i dare one these rap b-tches go’n drop a diss
the coupe automatic, but you know i’m still riding ’round with that stick

[chorus: mulatto, baby goth & both]
b-tch, do i look like i care? (care)
b-tch, do i look like i’m scared? (scared)
do i? do i? do i? do i?
i do not want your man (your man)
b-tch, do i look likе a fan? (fan, whipped cream)
do i? do i? do i? do i? (whipped cream)

[verse 2: baby goth]
she do not want trouble
hop out the whip and i’m bustin’ your bubblе
we got the piece like a puzzle
hit like a belt buckle
i let the cookie crumble, he eat it up and it’s not subtle
my drip is not humble, henny buzz just like a bee, bumble (bzzz)
f-ck like aerobics, he wanna grab it
he want my balance, he want some status
soon as i cash in, all of ’em dashin’
i leave these hatin’-ass hoes in a casket
cremating the scene, we not f-ckin’ with average
bringin’ the heat, it’s gon’ leave you in ashes

[chorus: both, baby goth & mulatto]
b-tch, do i look like i care? (care)
b-tch, do i look like i’m scared? (scared)
do i? do i? do i? do i?
i do not want you want your man (your man)
b-tch, do i look like a fan? (fan)
do i? do i? do i? do i?

[verse 3: mulatto]
these b-tches don’t want no trouble
i pull up on b-tches and pop at they bubble
just want the face, i don’t wanna cuddle
don’t want your n-gga ’cause he undercover
chill at the jeweler with vvs
a rack for the sneaker, they cc
i bet your lil’ sister wan’ meet me
a n-gga wan’ freak me, but i make him eat me
big latto worth a cool million
that’s why these hoes in they feelings
creep down your block and i kick door
them n-ggas still robbing and k!lling
f-ck do you mean? i don’t even read, but i keep magazines
can’t sell my soul for no contract, nah, i ain’t on that
b-tch, stop playin’ with me

[chorus: both & baby goth]
b-tch, do i look like i care? (care)
b-tch, do i look like i’m scared? (scared)
do i? do i? do i? do i?
i do not want you want your man (your man)
b-tch, do i look like a fan? (fan)
do i? do i? do i? do i? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- whipped cream

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