Massa Sir - Raz Simone

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 their grave

I don’t fuck with niggas on the KKK

Only be bullets in my door so please don’t catch a straight

It’s been a really, really long and hot day

Standing in the middle of the field

Nigga I don’t need to say it

I’m in New York moving packs from the underground

Railroad train

If Nat Turner was here, he may do the same

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

Up rob whipping on that polish

Genie, rash nigga fetch the Brazilian

Bikini, they disappear like the nigga magic

Houdini, on the stove whipping white in the pot

It’s fettuccine with the chicken sauce

And this bitch wanna lick it off

Damn why you wanna lick it off?

Pitch up to picture us

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 you

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 hotter it ain’t booming

So I’m whipping up the curry with the cumin

I’m out here, I’m maneuvering

In my new white whip I’m zooming

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