Whine Up Lyrics

AK

Let's go

I'm a dime, you a nic I like to whine when I dip

Yeah that's fine if you tip but I ain't bussin' for the shit

By the way I move my hips, you would think I used to strip

I ain't got no time, I'm on a tick, gotta make the money flip

He call me Barbara, I made him line up

And I'm givin' bitches fades another lineup

Got him on his knees sayin' please, no I ain't Carisha

No Diddy on the beat, it was nice to meet ya

I can make him stand up

If they talk slick like kung fu, I go panda

I been all that like Keenan and Kel

Tell a hater and they friends they all could go to hell

Bars like a cell, bitch ain't no bail

Can't see me in these shades incognito

Where my girls at? Fake bitches veto

Start a rally for the real

I know y'all didn't think the fake was the new real

I like him cause he always pay the bills

Buy me nice things, I always flip the bill

Make me go mmm, I wanna lick the dill

I wanna get freaky, oops, let me chill

Sex appeal on the mill, nookie meals on wheels

Makin' love on the hills, slippery wet

Fallin' like Jack and Jill, pick me up in my heels

This one thing, I swear, aint got him chill

It's the rebirth, I made his heart feel

Now we leave Earth, astronomical feels

Sweeter than honeydew, this ain't cheap thrills

Roger that, copy that, another refill

And baby, I just can't believe it

This one thing you did

And daddy, I just want and need it

This one thing you did

I'm a dime, you a nic, I like the wine when I dip

Yeah, that's fine if you tip, but I ain't bustin' for the shit

By the way, I'm on my hips, you would think I used to strip

I ain't got no time, I'm on the tip, gotta make the money flip

He call me Barbara, I made him line up

And I'm givin' bitches fades another line up

Got him on his knees sayin', please, no, I ain't Carisha

No Diddy on the beat, it was nice to meet ya

I'm not like these other rappers, baby

This is a real homegrown Chicago bad bitch

You will never find nan nother like me, baby

The baddest, the only, AK SURACI