David Banner - Let It Whip lyrics

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David Banner - Let It Whip lyrics

[Produced by David Banner and Hector Delgado] [Verse 1: Lecrae] Yo, aye look 5th wheel straight hangin' Grip the grain, I'm swangin' It's Texas all on my roots boy Ain't no point in me changing On 45, trunk bangin' From fair park to south acres I hit big T's then I hit kings In the same day no playin I'm whippin, I'm dippin though the great state of Texas I used to rock the gold, tall t's with a necklace My car wasn't mean but I kept that thing clean Paint chip, couple dents And the brakes used to scream Oh well, I still gotta let that trunk knock Hear me beatin down yo block And my car just stopped again Mayne, my gas gauge don't work I can't tell how much gas I got man [Interlude: Lecrae & Paul Wall] Let it whip I let it whip I said I let it whip Hold up Let it whip Paul Wall, baby All ready [Verse 2: Paul Wall] I pull up, trunk bumpin' like a bad shave Speakers blastin' extra loud with the trunk raised Four tires lookin fresher than a pair of J's Seven cars right behind me in this SLAB Parade I'm a pro, I work the wood like a carpenter Everybody tippin down, no bartender Candy paint, make em take my picture, offered them Money on my phone like a telemarketer I weave the 'Lac through traffic like Malaysian hair My fifth wheel bow down like it's time for prayer All speakers in the trunk, bro, no spare Paint job, 10 racks for 10 thousand stares [Verse 3: Lecrae] Yea sir Hey look yo car might be rusty Your ride might be old But that thing get you from A to B So go and put the thing on the road Mane you ain't gotta be stuntin Got a good job, a little money Aye you don't need no car note You debt free and they frontin' They strugglin' You grateful you ain't sittin on the bus, and Got 4 wheels, I got a little bills and that's so real, it's 100 That's factory, gon play that That's Japanese, well gon say that Your leather cracked, and yo roof scratched Well I'm cool with that so gon lay back Don't need a Benz and no Maybach No CD player, got 8-track You old school, thats yo cool Don't let nobody say jack Just ride, don't let them k** yo vibe Yo air don't work? Go and let them windows down And let that thing whip