​whspr by ​maxxant Lyrics

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Yeah, all my garms Xanfool and Whspr
Started fucking with the kid ‘cause she seen that I'm richer
Now I ain’t talking van, but your mans he a sprinter
Put some diamonds on my hand
When they clash, bitch they glisten
Yeah, Isolated Denim for the pants
Bitch, I'm drippin'
Peep, under your bed at night
‘Cause I’m probably creepin'
Ridin' in a Hellcat, bitch this a Demon
Got a jacket for my heart this shit get colder every season
Cut his tongue up out his mouth
If he keep talking ‘bout my demons
Then I took his bitch and blew a bag up out at Neiman's

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “​whspr”

• Produced: Amax
• Written: ​maxxant
• Release Date: June 10, 2023

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[Hook]

Yeah, all my garms Xanfool and Whspr
Started fucking with the kid ‘cause she seen that I'm richer
Now I ain’t talking van, but your mans he a sprinter
Put some diamonds on my hand
When they clash, bitch they glisten
Yeah, Isolated Denim for the pants
Bitch, I'm drippin'
Peep, under your bed at night
‘Cause I’m probably creepin'
Ridin' in a Hellcat, bitch this a Demon
Got a jacket for my heart this shit get colder every season
Cut his tongue up out his mouth
If he keep talking ‘bout my demons
Then I took his bitch and blew a bag up out at Neiman's

[Bridge]

With it on, with it off, she still tryna see me
She do magic with the jawn, that ‘lil bitch a genie
Ballin' like I'm Luca, еvery shot is green
Ridin' with a Ruger, shit blow back your bean

[Verse]

Fuck what you seen
Shh, wе ain't get him, then we spinnin’ back again
Yeah, told bro mask up, we sent him to his end
Blowin’ ashes, we turned him to a strain
Fuck what you said, bitch I did it off the strength
Saw me down, they ain't wanna see me win
Yeah, who’s up now little bitch
Yeah, bro was fuckin' with the X Club
Don't talk on my clique
Yeah, Margiela down to the kicks
Really my sons, you my kids

[Hook]

Yeah, all my garms Xanfool and Whspr
Started fucking with the kid ‘cause she seen that I'm richer
Now I ain’t talking van, but your mans he a sprinter
Put some diamonds on my hand
When they clash, bitch they glisten
Yeah, Isolated Denim for the pants
Bitch, I'm drippin'
Peep, under your bed at night
‘Cause I'm probably creepin'
Ridin' in a Hellcat, bitch this a Demon
Got a jacket for my heart this shit get colder every season
Cut his tongue up out his mouth
If he keep talking ‘bout my demons
Then I took his bitch and blew a bag up out at Neiman's