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letra de play - lil wop

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[intro]
roy, you get me angry

[chorus]
playful, i’m too active, chopper gon’ eat out your heart
then i’m gon’ smack your b-tch -ss with the back of the gun
then i’m crackin’ heads just like a card (bang)
thinkin’ you’re sl!ck, well, i already spotted your -ss
i’ma shoot your b-tch–ss from afar
swear it was one of him, now i see two of that guy
’cause that chopper, it split him apart (ayy)
b-tches, they love me, they tip me, i’m high
me and my glock, we two peas in the pod (two peas in the pod)
i hit one b-tton, the coupe, it gon’ start
off a whole eight of wock’ got me fallin’ apart (it’s wop)
d-ck on the stick when i look up and crack at your head
boy, that chopper, it love to applaud
thinking you seein’, but no, no, really, you don’t
you dreamin’, it’s all a facade

[verse]
sippin’ that wock’, i need to stop
’cause that’s all i see when i pee (ayy, wop)
might just get top in the back of the uber, nope, i bended that sh-t (ayy)
pull out the porsches, lamb’, ‘raris, and rovers, and bentleys and sh-t
actin’ strange, your money ain’t sh-t
you know you ain’t spendin’ that sh-t (f-ck you)
you play, we gon’ chop off your arm
we play with them tools like we work for a farm
b-tch, you blew up your trap with a bomb (boom)
on that taliban sh-t, b-tch, i feel like saddam
got a scope on that stick ’cause i love when they run
blood gush when they scream, i’ma cut off they tongue
we don’t tolerate sh-t, f-ck n-gga get hung
we from the [?] big guns (ugh)

[chorus]
playful, i’m too active, chopper gon’ eat out your heart
then i’m gon’ smack your b-tch -ss with the back of the gun
then i’m crackin’ heads just like a card (ayy)
thinkin’ you’re sl!ck, well, i already spotted your -ss
i’ma shoot your b-tch–ss from afar (pew-pew-pew, ugh)
swear it was one of him, now i see two of that guy
’cause that chopper, it split him apart (ayy)
b-tches, they love me, they tip me, i’m high
me and my glock, we two peas in the pod (pod)
i hit one b-tton, the coupe, it gon’ start
off a whole eight of wock’ got me fallin’ apart (ugh)
d-ck on the stick when i look up and crack at your head
boy, that chopper, it love to applaud (pew-pew-pew, ugh)
thinking you seein’, but no, no, really, you don’t
you dreamin’, it’s all a facade (it’s wop)

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