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letra de wassup - met g

i just came up on a lick
well uh huh w-ssup
i just copped a new whip
well uh huh w-ssup
representin’ for my city
well uh huh w-ssup
bad b-tches mobbin’ wit me
uh huh w-ssup
uh huh w-ssup uh huh w-ssup
uh huh w-ssup w-ssup w-ssup
uh huh w-ssup uh huh w-ssup
erebody hands up
like you bought to get mugged

i’m a down south cola boy
used to sell that yoda boy
reppin’ 803 803
till it game over boy
you never woulda thought
woulda thought woulda thought
that i ever woulda been this raw
been this raw been this raw
yea i’m picture perfect i’m racked up
& i’m g’d up like w-ssup
guess you can say i’m in the clouds
like snoop & martha i’m f-cked up
watch how i stack my paper up
watch how i stack my haters up
watch how i play these industries
thinkin’ they gon esee the end of me
it’s usually these n-gg-s that be all up in my face
wantin’ to take my place
please just gimme my sp-ce
i swear i’m gon catch a case
messing around with all that shade
my chopper a certified barber
& it will give you that fade

w-ssup n-gg- w-ssup b-tch
can a real n-gg- crack this
up up & away
pastor troy in sc i do it everyday hey
club off da chain
waitin’ on me
n-gg-s love to see ya boy pt
drinkin’ out da bottle
remy martin n-gg-
jump off in the dooley
we departin’ n-gg-
smokin’ good like hollywood
try me n-gg- wish you would
got guns like ft. jackson
don’t take much to get to blastin’
pastor ah pt w-ssup
now everybody on ya feet ah
put ya hands up

alotta yall bitin’
but you know you ain’t me
don’t n-body crunk up a track like dp
now everybody know i put da state on da map
the first cracka wit a deal that real gangsta rap
well uh huh

pull up to da club
in my bm dub
gave most of my haters careers
never expected love
its mr. f-ck ya b-tch
yea its devin patrick
literally i just f-cked ya b-tch
on da same day, different mattress
we can do it right here
we can do it right there
its whatever i’m ready whenever
i’m steadily ready wit weaponry
step to me better get up on my level
don’t bring me ya mixtape
bring me a shovel
body bag anyone everyone after
master disaster -ss-ssinate rappers
they know i’ma k!ll it so i brought out da pastor
well uh huh w-ssup
stackin’ dem dollars up
before i hand her the bottle
i say swallow up
mr. cali d-ck on a b-tch
hit it never follow up
gottem’ addicted like twitter
i make’em follow us
well uh huh

- met g

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