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(x2)
Can I whip it like massa sir
While my wrist put in time
Make that dope, jump and say massa sir
Whip it like massa sir
Oh lord, in the field with the white
Moving work all night like massa sir

I got more chains than a fucking slave
And I still work for them Jeffersons, even in they grave
I don't fuck with niggas
I'm the k, k, k
Only these bullets in my dogs,
so please don't catch a stray
It's been a very very long and hot day
Standing in the middle of the field
Nigga I don't need ya shade
I'm in New York moving packs from the underground railroad train
In nat turner was here, he may do the same

(x2)
So Can I whip it like massa sir
While my wrist put in time
Make that dope, jump and say massa sir
Whip it like massa sir
Oh lord, in the field with the white
Moving work all night like massa sir

Ove' glove rubbin' on that Pyrex, genie
Wax a nigga fast wit the Brazilian,
Bikini, they disappear like the nigga magic
Houdini, on the stove whipping white in the pot
That's fettuccine with the chicken sauce, and
This bitch wanna lick it off
Damn why you wanna lick it off?
Bitch stick ta pitchin' rock
I knew that I was missing soft
In the trap by myself with the kitchen locked
Can't trust nobody, even blood family they'll do ya
That's why I keep the banger on me at the least with the fat clip
Even at the family reunion
Gotta get the trap hot if it ain't booming
So I'm whippin' up the curry with the cumin
I'm out here, I'm maneuvering
In my new white whip, I'm zooming

(x4)
Can I whip it like massa sir
While my wrist put in time
Make that dope, jump and say massa sir
Whip it like massa sir
Oh lord, in the field with the white
Moving work all night like massa sir.

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