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whoppa wit da choppa - muhammad ali كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n_ggas)

[verse]
keep your clothes on, b_tch, that p_ssy not biting
i’m good with this glock, but beat your ass like i’m mike tyson (b_tch)
ain’t goin’ back and forth for the net, i am not typing (nope)
my glock don’t like girth, she got got a d_ck, like this b_tch dyking
i’ve been trying to smoke a opp, but these n_ggas hiding (on gang)
oh, you miss mookie? well meet him in the sky
it’s a celebration every time a n_gga die
i was lookin’ for some netri, had to settle for some three_five
put your bands up, n_gga let’s go rack_for_rack
i know the opps sad, they went to funerals back_to_back
diss on leek, get your ass turned to a pack
jumpout dissed on the guys and got his stupid ass smacked
aye, i’m relaxin’ in the booth, ain’t tellin’ no lies
give your dawg his gun back, n_gga that’s your bro fire
your n_ggas buying jewelry, but my n_ggas buying more fire
he ain’t goin’ home tonight, we’ll catch him at his hoe spot (stupid ass n_gga)
how your momma get shot and you won’t get in the field (fooli’)
if that don’t make you slide, n_gga, i don’t know what will (he a b_tch)
i heard your dawg got caught tryna do a drill
f_ckin’ crash dummy, better hope that he don’t f_ckin’ squeal (rat)
all these n_ggas they’re my sons, give ’em baby bibs
we the ones got you sneakin’, wanna do a drill (on gang)
we got everybody sayin’ “ku” in the ‘ville
i don’t f_ck with n_ggas, ’cause these n_ggas don’t keep sh_t real
aye, we the ones said “we the opps” and n_gga, f_ck a deal (b_tch)
pop this 30 baby, tell me how it make you feel (dirty 30)
if you don’t wanna f_ck, you can get up out my crib
ain’t doin’ all that talkin’, you can leave, that’s just what it is
n_gga, you don’t want these problems with whoppa wit dat choppa (whop)
’cause b_tch, you know we comin’ greenlight and spinz right behind him (whop)
whoppa he be snappin’, d_mn, why n0body signed him? (whop)
the labels know i’m drillin’, all the opps tryna find ’em
bullets hit a n_gga, he can’t talk, look like he miming
all these hoes do what i say, but i ain’t simon (no)
keep it real, we be havin’ all the opps crying (p_ssy ass n_gga)
god, strike me down in this booth if i’m lying
hold on, real quick, stop the f_ckin’ beat
i’m slowed up on lean, on this act, this for my n_gga leek
5 years later, n_ggas still dying ’bout beef
i hit your baby mama on the s, it was just me and [?]
aye, she told me pay for that p_ssy, that’s just not me (at all)
i said “i want it on the house”, she said “it’s not free” (come on)
i’m tryna hit her with my stick, but this ain’t hockey
i’m whoppa wit dat choppa, but these hands muhammad ali (whop, whop, whop)
[outro]
yeah, yeah these hands muhammad ali (b_tch)
beat your ass like i’m rocky (whop)
man, [?], they know how we rockin’, n_gga
free the gang

- whoppa wit da choppa

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