letra de whoopty doo - itsmanman
[intro]
yeah, come on n-gga
i’m the hardest youngin’ out, n-gga
hmm, back in that one bag
aye
[verse]
i’ll beat ray-j ass and then f-ck on brandy
real talk, if i was spongebob, i would’ve f-cked on sandy
spent chili cheese on this fit, they think i work at granny’s
outside, with a “h” hat, i hope la don’t ban me, n-gga
i’m probably in your city with a bad model
i’m the hardest n-gga in detroit, i’ll bet my last dollar, hm
if you f-ck a midget b-tch then that’s a half body
he went broke as soon as he fell off, just like a glass bottle
at school the hoes were suckin’ d-ck for some lunch money
i just sold a bad b-tch my c-ck she bought a f-ck from me
he broke, type to lol when n-gga ain’t nothin’ funny
bro i was gon’ diss charlie kirk, but trump gon’ come hunt me
real talk, mr. donald i don’t want those problems
he was starin’, shot him in the eye, that sh-t so ironic
slide down and let it ring, but my phone on silent
i don’t want the apple i want the tree, b-tch let me f-ck your mama
choppa made him stanky leg, he hit the booty doo
i put all my hoes in one room, i don’t know who is who, hm
you wanna f-ck me baby? tell me, you know shooters shoot
she said she leavin’ looked her in her eyes and said (whoopty doo)
yeah, i’m really next up, my brother right behind me, hm
you said you got a check? then you can come and sign me
no cap, the b-tch ugly as f-ck, but i just like her body
had to hit her with my eyes closed, i made sure i was blinded
i don’t even sip for real, i brought this lemonade
i take a b-tch from 5th to 27th this a different blade
your n-gga wearin’ hand-me-downs, can’t even fit the j’s
my bro from baltimore, b-tch don’t make him up this [?]
took down a big b-tch, we both in there sweatin’, hm
your n-gga got popped you put him in your necklace
why would i buy a b-tch clothes, when i like her naked?
i’m so p, i’m quick to slap a b-tch, she still gon’ make me breakfast, hm
he ain’t got no cheese for real his son lookin’ dusty
he only five, don’t give a f-ck, that lil n-gga bummy
i will not open your dms ain’t talkin’ bout no money
i just robbed a n-gga with no legs and still told him run it, n-gga
you hear me? yeah come on
[outro]
i’m the hardest youngin out like for real like
i don’t even think kendrick lamar can f-ck with me, n-gga
y’all gon’ cancel me for sayin’ that i don’ give a f-ck, n-gga
yeah, come on
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