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rmc mike - wop lyrics
[intro]
wop, wop
yeah, n_gga
b_tch
(brian, you’re so crazy)
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga, free the ghetto, n_gga
boyz ent, n_gga
ayy
[verse]
ayy, cut the stock off the k and commit murder
granny said, “what’s that in your cup? it’s a bit purple”
my fat b_tch got a baby draco tucked in her girdle
every other day, we movin’ forward, jumpin’ over hurdles
glasses on, pants high as f_ck, i’m steve urkel
brodie, please don’t hit that lil’ b_tch raw, ’cause she fertile
i ain’t never took a bar, but we serve ’em
i’m quick to hang up on a b_tch, weak service
i’m on a money mission, brand_new plr, i’m actin’ dummy with it
if i can’t find a n_gga in three days, i hit his mommy with it
brodie got arrested with his dopе sack, he in the county with it
so much ice around my nеck, could take it off and probably drown me with it
i got a fake pint plug comin’ out of houston
hidin’ dog sh_t in the bathroom, can’t n0body use it
why you clutchin’ on your gun if ain’t n0body shootin’?
i would’ve k!lled a cop or two, man, rodney stupid
i know a b_tch with a throat deeper than devil’s lake
i’m finna re_rock my bars, keep the level straight
i’m a homeowner now, but we used to live on section 8
you wanna learn how to cook dope, go to section 8
i keep it solid every time, ain’t no testin’ me
the last n_gga tried to up his gun, may he rest in peace
n_ggas better come correct when they step to me
i had to walk a long mile just to catch and eat
i get paid to rap now, this sh_t a blessing, ain’t it?
i still be ridin’ through my hood, but it’s segregated
sendin’ n_ggas to the doc’, last week, they had eleven patients
i know he dead, i’m just waitin’ on the confirmation
now that i’m on top, i beat the block and make it hit harder
people callin’ me the wow factor like i’m vince carter
i just put some wax inside my ‘wood to make it hit harder
just bought a ghost glock, i’m finna slide in my b_tch charger
diamond link or a cuban link, it’s a big difference
sh_t, to me, it don’t matter, either or, long as your sh_t hittin’
meet a b_tch, f_ck the first night, then i dismiss her
she blew my socks off until the morning, no, i didn’t kiss her
i swear, these hoes quick to set a n_gga up if he got cheese
threw a switchy on my glock, now i gotta do is squeeze
five in the mornin’, whippin’ up the pies, i’m with freeze
we won the game by a landslide, it was a breeze
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