2 Eleven - Who Want It (feat. Freddie Gibbs) [Lyrics/Paroles]

2 Eleven - Who Want It (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Who Want It Lyrics / Paroles

Zulu, waddup!
Aye, waddup, nigga

(Pre-Hook: Skippa Da Flippa)
Roll a whole zipper of the thing and cook it
Been sellin' cookies since Obama's a rookie
Used to be a killa, but it's "still don't push me"
Sellin' brick to the same nigga that booked me
Chop the curve with a choppa that made in China
My money like the Eiffel, nigga, that's on the Bible
I'm finna make a movie, nigga, Flippa's the title
Uzi go, I threw ya, make you ooze out yo vitals

(Hook: Skippa Da Flippa)
Who want it? No, you don't
Regroup and rethink and calm yo damn nerves
Grab your crane and come press right on the curve
96 boots, I got shooters like Kurt
Who want it? No, you don't
Physically, mentally, I think you treed up
You do lil bitch, she just don't get attended
40 cal, 50 cal, I do not miss it

(Verse: Skippa Da Flippa)
Pistol grip pump got good friction
Don't believe these bitches, most of this fiction
I pin my own ride, I didn't even existed
I drive it, I own it, there's no need to ring it
Swim out the summer when I chirp that gas
I jump in the Chevy then smash on the gas
My niggas, they hit you, they juggin' on mass
Travel, can't carry a four in the flash
The judge did say that, I'm a menace
I smoke that slick and get offended
Look all these racks I done spended
I'm the owner, you're the tenant
I toss couple hunnid a minute
In yo bitch, smurf like a Dennis
She suck me so good, I can't end it
And I get real nasty when I hit it



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