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letra de what the fuck? - m.o.p.

[intro]
heh
smile n-gga, make your face feel good
smile b-tch! f-ck you up

[chorus: lil’ fame]
what the f-ck are you lookin for?
can’t a young n-gga get money any more?
screw up your face when you see fitzroy
you get shot the f-ck on up, b-tch boy!
what the f-ck are you lookin for?
can’t a young n-gga get money any more?
screw up your face when you see fitzroy
you get shot the f-ck on up!

[verse 1: lil’ fame]
fall back in this b-tch, like i came to get a boost
from one of y’all n-ggas to help jumpstart my hooptie hoop
the wheels on this old-ass piece of sh-t
still rollin, i just needed some 10-dub 40
shorty, fall back, ‘fore i f-ck around
and pop a hot one plus eight up in your gut
i’ll see you, up in icu
with the motherf-ckin diggy doc staple in your gut
now why the f-ck are you f-ckin with me?
you ain’t heard that i’m sufferin from a disease
called leave-me-the-f-ck-alone?
the only way to cure it is to leave me the f-ck alone!
it’s the 13th letter (m) 15th letter (o)
16th letter (p) y’all n-ggas know the acronym
i’m backed by them, read the murder report
crashed around yo’ ass sprawled out on the floor
it’s
[chorus: lil’ fame]
what the f-ck are y’all lookin for?!
can’t stomp a motherf-cker out no more?
tell the police it was them mo. p boys
you get shot the f-ck on up, b-tch boy!
what the f-ck are y’all lookin for?!
never seen a n-gga sprawled out homeboy
screw up your face when you see fitzroy
you get shot the f-ck on up!

[chorus 2x: billy danze]
get yo’ b-tch ass outta my face
you f-ckin with a n-gga with no time to waste
(we get) hot on yo’ ass, n-gga cut to chase
(it’s me) coppertop to knock somethin out of place

[verse 2: billy danze]
we need order ’round this motherf-cker
‘fore somebody get slaughtered ’round this motherf-cker [whistling]
who know the game, who bang, who aim for the sport
who rearrange and change your whole frame of thought
and keep n-ggas off balance
and silencers show n-ggas raw talent
in violence who remind you of sin? (mo. p’z)
who remind you that brooklyn’s on the map baby? (mo. p’z!)
we showed you how to grip quick from your hip cl!ck get at a n-gga
in the center of his back baby (mo. p’z)
look tell him we are your providers
when you needed yo’ ass whupped you ain’t had to look hard to find us
i don’t wanna hear about it how you got it (n-gga)
or which part of town you’re supposed to be runnin (n-gga)
the truth is we see through kids like you that’s frontin
your gangster ain’t really that stunnin
[chorus: billy danze]
what the f-ck are you lookin for?
can’t shoot a motherf-cker up no more?
tell the police it was them mo. p boyz
you get shot the f-ck on up, b-tch boy!
now what the f-ck are you lookin for?
never seen a n-gga sprawled out homeboy
screw up your face when you see bird dog
you’ll get shot the f-ck on up!

[outro: m.o.p.]
yeah, hah!!
who need they ass whupped? (hahaha)
who want they motherf-ckin ass whupped?
you get knocked the f-ck on out (who wan’ hold one of these)
you get knocked the f-ck on out
you get knocked the f-ck on out (b-tch boy)
get knocked the f-ck on out (b-tch boy!)
hehehehehe, y’all know how the game go
n-gga! n-gga! n-gga! n-gga! n-gga!
mo. p’z up in this b-tch n-gga
hai! oh, p, eh, heh, oh, hooo

- m o p

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