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40unce - whoop dat كلمات أغنية

[intro: 40unce]
lemme get in my bag

[verse: 40unce & t.j. soso]
d_mn, it ain’t no money here it’s just me
get on the beat and watch me glide like a jet ski
jacking n_ggas moves, you must be kin to elvis presley
normally quiet dude, but lately n_ggas wanna test me
yeah, what they say about them apples in the bunch?
i never spoil a hoe, you eating captain d’s for lunch
can’t even get a soda, here go some hawaiian punch
at least you got a meal, i should’ve bought you cap’n crunch
(holup, lemmе stop bullsh_ttin’, i can go harder)
brodie got the polе, and he fienin’, please don’t start him
i know you tryna go home to your four daughters
at this point, i’m tired of being broke, i want more problems
i’ll cross a n_gga out for his iphone charger
i ain’t even got an iphone, i’m just ready to pop
she squirting on the hardwood floors, like b_tch where is the mop?
i used to hack the school computers, mama begged me to stop
d_mn, i ain’t know i was breaking the law
i cannot drive unless i’m getting face in the car
this b_tch a real demon, she down there dislocating her jaw
almost died at nine, i ain’t know i would make it this far
sh_t, i’m here right now, so what the f_ck it do
you too cool with being broke, we can’t f_ck with you
them the new silk pillows baby, get comfortable
f_cking faces in the band room, it was something to do
giving headshots out for the low, you want one or two?
quit playing games girl, you know i’m the one for you
see you a boss, i pull out a stack, it ain’t nothing to you
take a loss? how could you do that if you get with the truth
come on d_mn, hurry up before i change my mind
bronem caught a opp with his mama, i hate she cried
he got caught on cam, but at least the n_gga can’t be lying
i’ll blow your whole d_mn block at four in the morning
50 shots, 49 bodies, cause one was a warning
you think everybody love you, you must be barney
in some more bullsh_t cause of times i was h_rny
she had a baby but it can’t be mine, lemme call maury
swear that he a shooter but ain’t scoring, he ball poorly
under “written by” it’s one name, this all 40
county on my chest like a jersey, lil’ small dougherty
need some more places to chill, cause the mall boring
i’m just saying what’s on everybody mind
twelve set a speed trap, he right there behind the sign
long as it ain’t gsp, give a f_ck about a fine
watch ya b_tch, if you let me breathe on her, then she mine
pootie tang, make em sine they pitty on the runny kine
you a lame, you been known to scare the hoes a hunnid times
it’s a drought, try to take from us and you ain’t coming down
pull em out, this ain’t nine hunnid, it’s a hunnid nines
[outro]
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- 40unce

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