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fly boy gang - da wop كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(rico, rico, rico)

[verse 1: fbg duck]
bought it clean, made it dirty, hit it with the “wop!”
bought it clean, made it dirty, hit ’em with the glock
met her dirty and made her clean ’cause i got plenty gwop
i just introduced a baby choppa to a 50_shot
ayy, we donе been through plenty blocks
ayy, we done chasеd plenty opps
ayy, we done f_cked plenty thots
ayy, b_tch, know i got my semi c_cked
you might see us waving hands, but we not tryna millie rock
b_tch, there go young with that “grrlah!” again
ayy, know we got them hammers out
ooh, there go that car again
dutty switching up on them, they don’t know what car i’m in
opps might as well be in jail how them n_ggas barred in, b_tch
[chorus: fbg young]
bought it dirty, made it clean, hit it with the “wop!”
serving with a bop, coochie wet as a yacht
chickenpox, red spots, fill ’em up with dots
my granny say i’m reeking, nuski stinking up her spot
huh? a hundred grams, hit that sh_t with the millie rock
n_ggas tweaking on the g’s can get millie wopped
new foreign do the dash ’til the engine hot
yellow bars, green bars, mix it with the wok’

[verse 2: wooski]
they better catchup ’cause if a n_gga ever disrespect us
b_tch, i be on point and be thirsty to let that tec buck
it’s just us, i should be that n_gga on, that’s flexed up
i’ll be back for that bentley, but right now, give me that lex’ truck
while you n_ggas in the party throwing sets up
you better watch that sh_t you claim, n_ggas get dressed up
33_shot xd, 22_shot glock with a suppressor
they talking down on my block come through with them chops and we gon’ bless ya
thirsty for the cheque, you want meek dead, better come correct
bt put the beam on him, it ain’t hit his head, but it hit his neck
shoestring on the tec, keep it with me like a pet
he died before he hit the deck, he got stretched like hec

[chorus: fbg young]
bought it dirty, made it clean, hit it with the “wop!”
serving with a bop, coochie wet as a yacht
chickenpox, red spots, fill ’em up with dots
my granny say i’m reeking, nuski stinking up her spot
huh? a hundred grams, hit that sh_t with the millie rock
n_ggas tweaking on the g’s can get millie wopped
new foreign do the dash ’til the engine hot
yellow bars, green bars, mix it with the wok’
[verse 3: fbg young]
walked in saks, just might sell a p in there
brand_new ralf simmons, just might leave my old ones there
bought my b_tch a pair, made it fair
two_hundred dollar cup and never met her, never cared. huh? yuh! b_tch!
trapping is my hobby, my profession, i perfect it
i serve every hype around me, i want my gwop, i’m not flexing
vellanos scr_ped the curb, i d_mn near crashed it while she naked
i told her, “look up at me! that sh_t s_xy!” huh?
bought it clean, made it dirty, hit it with the “wop!”
fully_loaded jeep truck just to lose the cops
f_ck your feature, hit the block, and sell a thousand rocks
my lil’ reaper, he’s a geeker, he’ll melt ya top

- fly boy gang

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