Whip Appeal
(D. ValentS, D. FrankS, R. Gonzalez)
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
First set of wheels
You caught that Whip Appeals
First girls you made
Was like automobiles
The way the rubber peeled
The way her top dropped
The way her gears grind
The way her clutch popped
I piped her interior
I waxed her exterior
Some only go for grills
If body ain't superior
My Little Deuce Coupe
Kept em lookin from the stoup
She's always blowing smoke
Thru exhaust or sunroof
Old school trees
Air fresh vanilla scent
She'd open up the vent
So we both wasn't bent
Off that flavored kush
Off that kush
Her switches getting hit
Her buttons getting push
Never that
She just don't strip
Or drag on the rag
Lit up when we dip
Intoxicated, she said
D it's you and I
Love without a limit
Yeah that's my ride or die
It's automatic
She make the stick shift
Just like a sports car
But she's one bad chick
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
You had Shelby unlock
But she been around the block
She rides like a horse
Likes to sire livestock
But now you getting in Porsche
Cuz all Shelby do is jocks
She think your impulsive
Too roughs on her shocks
Porsche likes that powder
Some call her Cayenne
Since the nine eleven
Moneys tied up in Yen
You was with Miata
But her buckets too small
She'd rather drive slow
So now she with Paul Wall
You want the most exotic
The Murcielago
She's Italian not a Russian
Like that girl Zhivago
She makes my neck snap
Cuz I'm always lookin back
She always on the lamb
Riding in a Maybach
Maserati another foreign hottie
At her speed
Spending was just a hobby
Mercedes liked to French like Haiti
Bombs like Kuwaiti
Set me back like one eighty
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
For the Whip Appeal
A dude robs and steals
She need new shoes
A shiny set of heels
Movies and meals
Relations to grow
To be taken out or
Showed off at a car show
V at six she'd rather
Have me at eight
Taxed once a year
On our anniversary date
Violet
It's aero descent grape
The shade don't matter
It's all about the shape
Miss Lex
It wasn't just sex
We was more like making love
Cuz it was always effortless
The perfect fit
For someone like DVS
America's Top Model
She's best in LS
She always front
She used to like in the rear
She tries to pumps the brakes
When I start over steer
Gripping the curves
Her tail end won't spin
On this road of sin
It's me and my girlfriend
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
First set of wheels
You caught that Whip Appeals
First girls you made
Was like automobiles
The way the rubber peeled
The way her top dropped
The way her gears grind
The way her clutch popped
I piped her interior
I waxed her exterior
Some only go for grills
If body ain't superior
My Little Deuce Coupe
Kept em lookin from the stoup
She's always blowing smoke
Thru exhaust or sunroof
Old school trees
Air fresh vanilla scent
She'd open up the vent
So we both wasn't bent
Off that flavored kush
Off that kush
Her switches getting hit
Her buttons getting push
Never that
She just don't strip
Or drag on the rag
Lit up when we dip
Intoxicated, she said
D it's you and I
Love without a limit
Yeah that's my ride or die
It's automatic
She make the stick shift
Just like a sports car
But she's one bad chick
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
You had Shelby unlock
But she been around the block
She rides like a horse
Likes to sire livestock
But now you getting in Porsche
Cuz all Shelby do is jocks
She think your impulsive
Too roughs on her shocks
Porsche likes that powder
Some call her Cayenne
Since the nine eleven
Moneys tied up in Yen
You was with Miata
But her buckets too small
She'd rather drive slow
So now she with Paul Wall
You want the most exotic
The Murcielago
She's Italian not a Russian
Like that girl Zhivago
She makes my neck snap
Cuz I'm always lookin back
She always on the lamb
Riding in a Maybach
Maserati another foreign hottie
At her speed
Spending was just a hobby
Mercedes liked to French like Haiti
Bombs like Kuwaiti
Set me back like one eighty
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
For the Whip Appeal
A dude robs and steals
She need new shoes
A shiny set of heels
Movies and meals
Relations to grow
To be taken out or
Showed off at a car show
V at six she'd rather
Have me at eight
Taxed once a year
On our anniversary date
Violet
It's aero descent grape
The shade don't matter
It's all about the shape
Miss Lex
It wasn't just sex
We was more like making love
Cuz it was always effortless
The perfect fit
For someone like DVS
America's Top Model
She's best in LS
She always front
She used to like in the rear
She tries to pumps the brakes
When I start over steer
Gripping the curves
Her tail end won't spin
On this road of sin
It's me and my girlfriend
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
When I pull up out front
You see the Benz on dubs
Close ya eyes
Picture me rollin
Six's money folding
The high guy in 850i's
You hear the bass from the truck
When I'm on the block
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Writer(s): Sean Michael Mchugh, David Valenti
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