JAHMED - WIPE Lyrics - Nesialyrics

Wipe me down, lil’ bitch (Ayy, ooh)
Set a trend, I’ma win
I’m a God with the shit (I’m a what? Ooh, ooh)
Bring your friend off the gin (Ayy)
We gon’ jive off the shit
Chop the top off with machete
I’ma dog with the shit, I’ma what?

Call a nigga mutt (Ayy)
Extended long clip hit a nigga like a truck (Like a what?)
Uh, two-seat, my whip, girl, work ’til I’m up (‘Til I’m up)
These niggas fiction like Snow on tha Bluff (Oh, wow)
Uh, rap my nutrition, I rack out my wishlist (Ayy)
Ball ’til I’m old, ’97 Scotty Pippin (Pimpin’)
These hoes, they know I don’t care ’bout attention (Yeah, yeah)
These hoes, they know I’m selective with my pension (With my pension, lil’ bitch)
Ayy, uh, your favorite rapper is a hoe, dawg (He’s a hoe, dawg)
All he know is Xannies, Addies and a Goyard (And a Goyard)
This for my niggas in the slums, level four yard (Level four yard)
Fuck around and get smacked Cam Coldheart

Wipe me down, lil’ bitch
Set a trend, I’ma win
I’m a God with the shit
Bring your friend off the gin
We gon’ jive off the shit
Chop the top off with machete
I’ma dog with the shit, I’ma what?

Wipe me down, lil’ bitch, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ hoe, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ bitch, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ hoe, ohh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ bitch, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ hoe, ooh, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ bitch, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Wipe me down, lil’ hoe, ooh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, Zoom call from my bedroom (From my what?)
Label meeting, need a million and some leg room (Need a mil’)
Nah, tell them niggas, “Double up, I need my mommy lit” (Ayy)
But they side-eye you when you talk ’bout ownership (Ooh)
Don’t hit me with no ra-ra, that shit won’t fly-fly (Okay)
Nigga, this the coast, wanna trip? So my auntie slide (So my auntie slide)
Nigga, this the coast, bitches trippin’ (Are you trippin’?), so my granny slide (Ooh)
Errybody troopin’, niggas movin’ stupid, niggas get hit
And I ain’t gotta push the flag just to be with the shits
But I know some niggas pushin’ flags that will fuck up your wig
Armani season got the fiends fiendin’ (Fiendin’)
I gave you niggas half the year, now I’m spring cleanin’ (Now I’m spring cleanin’)
These bitches gave me a hunnid tears and I don’t see the reason (And I don’t see the reason)
I crash the boof, but I hop out, I’m still breathin’
And I put that on God, like R.I.P. Curt
Bruh, this shit the mob, like lil’ bitch, I mob