Let It Whip Lyrics - Church Clothes, Vol. 2 - 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 

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Let it whip 

I let it whip 

I said I let it whip 

Hold up 

Let it whip 

Paul Wall baby 

All ready 

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 

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Let it whip 

I let it whip 

I said I let it whip 

Hold up 

Let it whip 

Paul Wall baby 

All ready 

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 then frontin 

They struggling 

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 kill yo vibe 

Yo air don't work? Go and let them windows down 

And let that thing whip 

Let it whip 

I let it whip 

I said I let it whip 

Hold up 

Let it whip 

Paul Wall baby 

All ready