Baggin lyrics - Lil Wayne

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Geronimo

Uh

Jumped out the Porsche, jumped straight in the game

Head in the clouds, I play in the rain

I play in her pussy, I play in her mouth

I skeet, skeet, skeet, she lay in the stain

Beep, beep, beep, nigga stay in your lane

I get geeked, geeked, geeked, then I say I'ma change

Pop two, pop three, it goes straight to the pain

White, blue, yellow, pink pill, Crayola gang

She takin' my charge, she takin' your chain

You fake as your chain, it's bread over fame

I lay on my plane, filet and Lo Mein

I'm wreckin' my brain like wrecked the Mulsanne

I get the McLaren and run a few errands

Got a mouth full of karats and I don't eat carrots

Got more Elliantte than Elliantte

Let me find out you've been shoppin' at Jared

I pop at your parents and tell 'em it's personal

I like my purple drink purpler

Whippin' the work and my wrist lookin' virtual

Bust down sick as tuberculosis

Whippin' the work with my left, make sure the money is right, yeah

My circle I'm keepin' it tight, 360, 365, yeah

Whippin' the skrrt with my left, yeah, make sure the money is right, yeah

My circle I'm keepin' it tight, like a virgin, she keep it inside

Whippin' the work with my left, yeah, draco on my right, yeah

Say she wanna see me tonight

I put that bitch on a flight

I'm in the kitchen cheffin' with my left, ooh

Whippin' it up with my right, right

Left-right like Mike, fight

Whip the white until it bite, yie

Huh, whippin' that white girl, whippin' that white girl

White girl gettin' her ass whipped

Rippin' them numbers, rippin' them numbers, right up out the math book

Money talkin', mine kind of like a chat room, uh

Told my young blood to be bool and be bareful

Runnin' the white, fuck with the white

Whippin' it right, it's comin' to life

I brung it to life, I gave it the light like a candle, ooh (Phew)

I'm whippin' it damn good, ooh (Phew)

I'm whippin' it damn good, ooh (Phew)

I'm whippin' it damn good, yeah

Whippin' the Benz with my left, yeah

Got your lil' boo on my right, yeah

Buss down on my left, yeah, that's your boo on my right, yeah

Poppin' a Perc with my left, yeah

Sippin' the syrup with my right, yeah

One of the last real nigga left, yeah

Fuck we got left behind, yeah

Tell me I got the best, yeah

I'ma go up on the price, yeah

By the time the nigga got on a vest, yeah

I'ma shoot him a hundred times (Boom)

Whippin' the work with my left (Yeah, yeah, yee, yee)

Make sure the money is right (Yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy)

No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne