Songtexte IN MY WHIP - Trevor Spitta

Girl, you so fly
You make me wanna
Pull up downtown
Roll the windows down
Turn my speakers loud
Red light drift around
I'm not playing I want everyone to see you in my whip

First of the month man I'm up and about
I don't know what they be waiting around for
I been cookin' and chuckin' 'em out
I don't know what they be talking about, okay
They just love running they mouth
These dudes try to discount me like coupon
Cool, I'm cutting 'em out, fuck
Forgot that I'm fly like a cucumber
I tell her send me the room number
Can't touch this like new sunburn
I love love but the crew come first
That's rule uno, skrting the two door
Rocking a two-tone, I hit a spliffy
Put me on Pluto, put me in Paris
Carrying Euros, it's Big Spitta, coulda been sumo
Coulda been what
Coulda been what
Coulda been what
Coulda been mine but you wanna play games girl
That's a shame 'cuz it coulda been cool hoe
I don't Zumba, I just hand gun, twist and vibe out
Culo, culo, culo, culo, culo
Damn, too damn cool hoe
You did not know, now you do hoe, damn

What's wrong with me?
I can't stop thinking about how you belong with me
You make me wanna pull up
Downtown
Windows down
Speakers loud
Drifting 'round
I'm not playing I want everyone to see you in my whip

Inside my whip
Inside my whip
Inside my whip
Inside my whip my whip my whip
Inside my whip
Inside my whip, inside my whip, inside my whip

Girl, they gotta see you inside my whip
I want the drop top, Main Street parked, no window tint-ski
E-30 manual sticky, good thing my wrist real shifty
Dudes wanna chit chat, this that, riff-raff, dont know shit-ski
I'm in downtown Boca, living la vida loca
My life like a roller-coaster that only go up
Get stuck, it's over
Bro wanna act like he him, my face real straight on poker
Same one that be on them posters
Day one I did what I want to, nowadays not much different
Just my clothes and my hoes but I rather be on the road with ya
Take a little phone picture
Santa Monica, California, Pacifica
Whatever you want
Skrt with her
They want you bad, I want you worse
Fasho, for sure
Damn whats the word? Okay

What's wrong with me?
I can't stop thinking about how you belong with me
You make me wanna pull up
Downtown
Windows down
Speakers loud
Drifting 'round
I'm not playing I want everyone to see you in my whip