Famous Dex – Whole Lotta lyrics

[Intro]
So I got a rich new member in here with me
He go by the name of Warhol
Wait
(Uh, uh) It's the gang homie (Yeah)
Dj Shine, I'm in the fuckin' building, welcome to [?] bridge, it's crazy
Dj Shine, dj Shine
Ayy yb, pipe 'em up bro

[Chorus: Warhol. Ss]
Whole lotta, whole lotta, yeah (Whole, whole)
Whole lotta hoes out (Hoe, hoe)
Whole lotta sticks out (Whole sticks)
Whole lotta blicks out (Whole blicks)
Hoppin' down the S6 (Hop)
I drive a 40 with the tec kick (Hot)
Ridin' wit' your shawty, I'ma [?] bitch (Bitch)
[?] exit
We pop the ecs in the Bel Air (Ecs)
I'm with the press outta Bel Air (Press)
Don't let this shit go to your head (Your head)
Don't let this shit go to your head (Your head)
I be [?] for six hundred million (A million)
I'ma fuck her, keep deep in her legs (In the legs)
Like a [?]
We gon' jump out the stage, had to show 'em all

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I'ma jump in the crowd with no clothes on
I'm fuckin' lil' bitch, then I dose off (Alright)
You niggas so lame, you niggas so goofy
You copy the way, yeah, I know it all (Copy the wave)
Huh, yeah, I know it all
This bitch so nasty, she lickin' balls (Ugh)
I'm ridin' around in a Wraith
I'm feelin' so good got money today (Today)
You run up on me, put them hoes in your face (Wait)
Wait, I had to take me a break, huh
Ap got diamonds, the face (Ooh, ha)
Got Warhol on me [?] the place
Ha, give me a break from you (What?)
[?] bug the boo
I got a whole lotta, whole lotta
I got a whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta

[Chorus: Warhol. Ss]
Whole lotta, whole lotta (Whole, whole)
Whole lotta hoes out (Hoe, hoe)
Whole lotta sticks out (Whole sticks)
Whole lotta blicks out (Whole blicks)
Hoppin' down the S6 (Hop)
I drive a 40 with the tec kick (Hot)
Ridin' wit' your shawty, I'ma [?] bitch

[?] exit
We pop the ecs in the Bel Air (Ecs)
I'm with the press outta Bel Air (Press)
Don't let this shit go to your head (Your head)
Don't let this shit go to your head (Your head)
I be [?] for six hundred million (A million)
I'ma fuck her, keep deep in her legs (In the legs)
Like a [?]
We gon' jump out the stage, had to show 'em all

[Verse 2: Warhol. Ss]
First gotta park my car (Car)
Then I'ma fuck your bitch (Fuck)
Perc 10, we don't do bars (Lil' percs)
Tell her suck my dick (My dick)
Yeah, swear I had to tint my lense
I'm too high, I'm geeked
Swear she came out the kitchen
I push a bitch on the street (On the street)
Oh, Michael [?]
I put a banana clip inside the chopper
Lil' ho, we some animals, you know we rockin'
On par with the [?] so it got me [?]
Fuck oppositional, we finna pop 'em
Lil' bitch I'm the plug, better find a socket
My bitches be foolin', take 'em to the trappers
I fly with the birds, yeah we gotta flock it, yeah

[Chorus: Warhol. Ss]
Whole lotta, whole lotta (Whole, whole)
Whole lotta hoes out (Hoe, hoe)
Whole lotta sticks out (Whole sticks)
Whole lotta blicks out (Whole blicks)
Hoppin' down the S6 (Hop)
I drive a 40 with the tec kick (Hot)
Ridin' wit' your shawty, I'ma [?] bitch (Bitch)
[?] exit
We pop the ecs in the Bel Air (Ecs)
I'm with the press outta Bel Air (Press)
Don't let this shit go to your head (Your head)
Don't let this shit go to your head (Your head)
I be [?] for six hundred million (A million)
I'ma fuck her, keep deep in her legs (In the legs)
Like a [?]
We gon' jump out the stage, had to show 'em all