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letra de whoop d whoop - kutt calhoun

[intro: kutt calhoun]
this is for the b-tch n-gg-s
don’t run your mouth
kutty cal, baby
might get knocked out
young greed, n-gg-
that’s the wrong rout
whoop d whoop, n-gg-
n-gg-, f-ck your couch
f-ck your couch, n-gg-

[verse 1: kutt calhoun]
what’s happening?
time to blow the lid off the game
to get to these n-gg-s running lip off the chain
he lying through his ears, tryna tip off some fame
willing to do whatever, even rip off a name
he lose me, welcome to the new and improved [?]
stupid n-gg-, who do a whole lotta whooping
he’s quite the obsered one, a fool, a chump
a b-tch, a nerd, the n-gg-‘s a punk
just the other day lil f-gget n-gg- got beat up
down south runnin his mouth, i wanna see ya
tellin everybody he coming up on a mill
his cousin is lil kim, and she signing him to a deal
punk -ss n-gg- ain’t standin on nothing real
type of n-gg- to get [?]
he a buster, a surtified sucker
everytime you see him, gotta duck him
hate to see him coming
talkin bout a whole lotta nothing
he sware he’s always into something
y’all motherf-ckers know him
we all carey one in every town
if you see him, tell him tone it down with that

[chorus: kutt calhoun]
whoop d whoop
get out my ear with that whoop d whoop
all in my face with that whoop d whoop
ain’t tryna hear that whoop d whoop
please stop, come again
you with that pretty hoe
and that’s your ride sitting there, on the 24s
and that’s your cousin right there in that video
really though
and you sound really silly though
whoop, there it is

[verse 2: greed]
there he go, oh no
f-ck him when you see him
talkin bout his jewels and his bm
and all the doe he hold, sware to god, i ain’t seen it
this trick been a b-tch since he came out the peenis
i mean it
so go ahead and chill with the gun
stop frontin n-gg-, you small as a [?]
you come to my hood, i sware them k!llers will dunk on ya
you ain’t so hard now, lil p-ssy, so start runnin
he say he a baller, got hoes in all 50 states
slangin dope by the ton, he m-ss produce plenty weight
i don’t understand he drivin and you go
lookin h-lla b-mmy, and askin for new hoes
he don’t understand what that mean, and it’s true i said it
if you look at me, i can tell he got tricks up his sleve
so when you see him, hit the n-gg- with the piece
he talkin all that

[verse 3: kutt calhoun]
get it understood, i don’t mess with a phoney
you the furthest from me, don’t be calling me homie
cause i don’t like to entertain a pest who salty
you be nosey
and you ly about money
your career ends here, b-tch with no [?]
a b-tch made whatchamacalet from [?]
you see him in the club, trickin with the b-tches
and the extra [?]
he wish he was a little bit harder
he wish he was a baller
he wish he didn’t have to lie to kick it with the soldiers
b-tch -ss n-gg- ain’t around any ballers
sound like a problem
so now you know the scoop about him, be on the look out
he the n-gg- standin next to you, at the cookout
soakin up the game, what everybody do now
you run into that n-gg-, play this hook out

- kutt calhoun

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