Whippin - Kiiara, Felix Snow

Whippin', whippin'

Whippin', whippin', whippin'

Whippin'

Don’t hit me past one 'cause I might come

Pop a yellow bus, now I’m goin' dumb (Yee)

If it’s past two, I can’t look at you (fuck it)

But I will 'cause you’re too true

Too real, fuck the world, that’s how you make me puke

No-no-no, hey, I still fuck with you

It’s good luck when I’m like, «Girl, what’s up with you?»

Wrist, wrist, wrist, whippin' in the car with you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Wh-whippin', whippin'

Whippin', whippin', whippin'

Whippin'

Whippin', whippin', whippin'

Whippin', whippin'

Whippin' in the car with you

Whippin' in the car with you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Phone lit, past three, see you say what’s up

Fuckboy, thought I told you not to hit me up

I got a problem and it sucks, boy

O.T., I’m in love with the fuckboys

I’m just bein' real, can I keep it real?

Way too many feels, way too many feels

Chanel bag, cop it, I don’t fuckin' want it

I don’t need that bullshit in your wallet

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you

Whippin', whippin'

Whippin', whippin', whippin'

Whippin', whippin'

Whippin', whippin', whippin'

Whippin', whippin'

Whippin' in the car with you

Whippin' in the car with you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin', whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin', whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin', whippin' in the car with you, you, you

Whippin' in the car with you, you, you

You, you, you, you

frustare, frustare

frustare, frustare, frustare

frustare

Non colpirmi oltre l'una perché potrei venire

Fai scoppiare un autobus giallo, ora sto diventando stupido (Sì)

Se sono le due passate, non posso guardarti (fanculo)

Ma lo farò perché sei troppo vero

Troppo reale, fanculo il mondo, è così che mi fai vomitare

No-no-no, ehi, continuo a scopare con te

Porta fortuna quando dico "Ragazza, che ti succede?"

Polso, polso, polso, frustate in macchina con te

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Che frustino, frustino

frustare, frustare, frustare

frustare

frustare, frustare, frustare

frustare, frustare

Montare in macchina con te

Montare in macchina con te

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Telefono acceso, le tre passate, ti vedo dire che succede

Cazzo, pensavo di averti detto di non picchiarmi

Ho un problema e fa schifo, ragazzo

O.T., sono innamorato dei ragazzi del cazzo

Sono solo reale, posso mantenerlo reale?

Troppe sensazioni, troppe sensazioni

Borsa Chanel, prendila, non la voglio, cazzo

Non ho bisogno di quelle stronzate nel tuo portafoglio

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu

frustare, frustare

frustare, frustare, frustare

frustare, frustare

frustare, frustare, frustare

frustare, frustare

Montare in macchina con te

Montare in macchina con te

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Whippin', whippin' in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Whippin', whippin' in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Whippin', whippin' in macchina con te, tu, tu

Montare in macchina con te, tu, tu

Tu, tu, tu, tu