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letra de mooky - whoppa wit da choppa

mooky lyrics
[intro: whoppa wit da choppa]
brrt
whop, whop
got gang in this b-tch
(drilltime, what you cookin’ up, my n-gga?)

[verse 1: whoppa wit da choppa]
you don’t want no beef with whop, you’ll catch a headshot (brr)
h-ll yeah, that p-ssy good, baby, but the head not (b-tch)
fred flintstone in that p-ssy, make the bed rock (whop, whop)
i’ma f-ck her good all night, make her legs lock (come here)
i had to jump up on this beat, this b-tch was too groovy
she say she got a onlyfans, well, let’s make a movie (wooh)
smokin’ bibby runts in my ‘wood, got my blunt full (bibby)
it’s every girl’s dream in the city just to f-ck ducci (whop)
these n-ggas ain’t really drillin’, they just rap about it (b-tch)
i miss my chopper, had to go, it had too many bodies (brrt)
i miss that b-tch but she a ho, i know she f-cked somebody (ho)
longway, i’m bustin’ off these g’s, runnin’ through the lobby (runnin’)
girl, what’s your name? what’s the game? what you finna do? (ayy, what y’all on?)
where your gang? what y’all on? girl, we pullin’ through (what’s up?)
you know i ain’t comin’ by myself, i brought my brother too (spin)
don’t trip if i f-ck your friend and say i wanted you (b-tch)
that ass ain’t got no shake to it, that b-tch must be fake (ho)
don’t get in yo’ feelings, i call everybody bae
ain’t no pressure on these b-tches, they all throwaways (yeah)
smokin’ two blunts, these some twins, call ’em [?][0:56]
[interlude: spinabenz & whoppa wit da choppa]
go, go
go, go (yeah)
go, go
go, go (yeah, spin)
go, go
go, go (b-tch)
go, go
i’m happy to wake up, that’s some sh-t mooky—
go, spin

[verse 2: spinbenz]
i’m happy to wake up, that’s some sh-t mooky can’t do (can’t do)
i know that n-gga mad ’cause he dead and we ain’t, ku (we ain’t, ku)
spinna out the window, glock extended and a drac’ too (drac’ too)
i be smokin’ dead opps, i pour ’em in my drank too (drank too)
mooky talkin’ to me from the dead, say, “i hate you” (i hate you)
i can’t say what else that n-gga said, that’s a case, ku (shh)
peddle to the metal when we fled from the jakes, ku (vrr)
bibby on the line and he got somethin’ to say too

[verse 3: jdot breezy]
i don’t wanna hear that sh-t, i ain’t the one who chased you
bro ‘nem pop out on your ass and show you want that k do
what his name got hit up, he got hit all in his face too
favorite number six, can’t forget to add the k too
let me in that p-ssy, i’ma beat it like i’m babe ruth
suck it ’til i cum and when i cum i’ll be like “babe, ooh”
leave it in her mouth, but she like it on her face too
stomp a n-gga out, but i might go and get the drac’ too
he might need the devil, i don’t think god can save you
speakin’ on lil’ leek, yeah, that dyk- ho played too
b-tch, you got a p-ssy, come here, baby, let me slay you
i’m comin’ through with ku, so dyk- b-tch, you gon’ take two

- whoppa wit da choppa

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