WHIM WHAMIEE lyrics
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Intro: PLUTO & YKNIECE
We finna make a hit tonight, PLUTO
Let's ride, ah
Let's go (Ride this shit just— come on)
Let's ride (Zaytoven, ha-ha-ha)

Verse 1: PLUTO
Big Pluto, bitch, like, what the fuck?
Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as fuck (We deep as fuck, ho)
He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen, put some Lulu on this butt (Lululemon)
Fuck a scram, we gettin' money
Fresh to death when I pop out, ho, you forever lookin' funny (You lookin' funny, ho)
Free pickin', bitch, I'm with the gang, called up bro, somethin' like a choir, they gon' let them Dracos sing (Gra-da-da-da)

Pre-Chorus: PLUTO
Whim, wham, bitch, you burnt out (Yo)
Whim, wham, oh, bitch, I'm turnt now (Oh bitch, I'm turnt)
Catchin' plays, stay out the way (Mhm)
That's my typе, I'm tryna fuck, bitch, and right now (Right now)

Chorus: PLUTO
Yeah, we gettin' monеy (Huh)
Yeah, we gettin' pape' (For sure)
Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that wham all in his face
We forever gettin' money, you forever gon' be mad
Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag
Shake that ass, ho (Shake that ass), whim, whamie
Go get a bag, ho (Uh-huh, uh-huh), 'cause you don't scare me (Uh-huh, ho)
Shake that ass, ho, whim, whamie (Huncho Pluto)
Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me (Don't scare me)

Verse 2: Latto
Uh, bitch, my tail ain't never tucked
Y'all know me, Miss Georgia Peach, but I throw bottles on this butt
And it's sittin'
Big Mama, bitch, like what the fuck?
Is you cool? Hookah and a section made y'all give it up? (Y'all trippin')
Hold up, I'm with them YB's
YK NIECE, that my twin, not the siamese (Twin)
I'm with PLUTO, but I bought my own AP's
You need a nigga, bitch, I'm up like I can't sleep
For thirty bands, hit ?, I don't gatekeep
Another sixty in my mouth, ask Dr. Reece
Seventy-five round trip, I don't fly for cheap
I know a opp when she can swap a ho life with me
Latto got a whammie, bitches fake, that's why I'm always with the family (Brook)
These cups expensive like a Stanley
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Chorus: PLUTO
Yeah, we gettin' money
Yeah, we gettin' pape'
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