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Tight Whips Lyrics

Artist: 504 Boyz
Album: Ballers

(feat. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta)

[Hook]
We roll tight whips, everyday
Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades
We roll tight whips, everyday
Hustlin to make the paper but that's ok

[Verse 2: MASTER P] <---Choppa
He say *the top ain't* acting funny ( that choppa )
He ain't holla'd *a* day ( to )
He got the top back y*ou know* his new Z28 ( on )
Holla at ya (BOY!) *with the 8 of us 8* ( while the haters will hate )
But they like my rims when i stop they keep on running away(SPREWELL!)
Look like they runnin away

[Verse 2: Magic]
I'm doing 80 in the lightin
Duece trays on shine
The cops *try to pull* me over but my rims done blinded em ( done pulled )
*Plus* I got 4 **models** in the back of my truck (cause) ((bottles))
18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff
Waking the BLOCK UP!

[Verse 3: Master P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash *bad* (man)
Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman
Represent the PROjects
TV when I roll that
Gamblin for a car, no
Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
We roll big body Benz, *system* navigators (and them)
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty side so we be hard to find
I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months
I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts
Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant *with it* (winnin)

[Verse 5: Yungsta]
Roll around in tight whips
Catch me on the night shift
I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license
My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when
First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims
My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out
Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man
Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things

[Hook]

[Verse 6: *Silkk*] Master P
The way we do it
She got a man, but she still gonna turn around
Bentley, a bucket what chick in her right mind gonna turn em down
It's like No Limit city, we don't make no laws
Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors
These boys go hard off

[Verse 7: Master P]
We leave the tags in the window, whodee
Cus it's worth about a hundred
V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift
Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3
No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a hot one next week!

[Verse 8: Lil' Romeo]
I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
Pull the *Sprewells* to the curb I think I saw the cops (beamer)
They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats
X-Box in the front, in the back DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen
Got the navigation system with the phone in between
Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors
We roll our whole days around here, that's 24s

[Hook]

[Jamaican flow]

[Verse 9]
I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off
I roll through yo hood they ask me do my car lift off
Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff

[Verse: T-Bo]
*Go real* glistens (my rims)
These chicks, call me Mista Cleana
A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen
I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: Master P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show
Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more
We wiling out, all day, all night
Cus this is my life, my life, my life...

[Hook]

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