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letra de not the same - whoppa wit da choppa

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[intro: whoppa wit da choppa]
shh
ayy, ayy, b-tch
big whop
still got seven shots, ayy, whop with that glock
ayy, ayy

[chorus: whoppa wit da choppa]
on my brother, i go brazy for the gang (gang, gang)
kuku, know we quick to shoot, we’ll bust your brains
i lost x and i was in that ‘raq the f-ckin’ same day
you lose your dawg, you in the studio, that ain’t gettin’ back that pain
what you finna do ’bout mitch, (shh), drop a chain?
i still pop out in the city ’cause i ain’t worried ’bout a thing
f-ck n-gga, don’t call me twin, b-tch, we not the same
i checked your resume, boy, and you ain’t shot a thing

[verse 1: whoppa wit da choppa]
i just got a rental, you know that we spinnin’ in this b-tch (skrt)
i don’t slide with new n-ggas, it’s straight k!llers in this b-tch (b-tch)
somebody pick dre up, in think he need a med kit
new opp pack, this gas or what? you know that the whole gang smokin’ mitch (mitchy)
for lil’ bro, we smokin’ whodie, i hope he don’t crash the whip (skrt)
say she ain’t a ho, baby say that she just strip
she dance on that pole like the dance on that d-ck (d-mn)
i’m drinkin’ on patrón, baby say she want a sip (ooh)
i ain’t gon’ bap, i came in here to f-ck, i ain’t tryna tip (ooh)
i ain’t gon’ bap, if you that head fire, might get a wig (ooh)
n-ggas just rappers, gangnem don’t really drill sh-t (brr)
sent that n-gga to the graveyard, i put that on my kids (gang)
[chorus: whoppa wit da choppa]
on my brother, i go brazy for the gang (gang, gang)
kuku, know we quick to shoot, we’ll bust your brains
i lost x and i was in the ‘raq the f-ckin’ same day
you lose your dawg, you in the studio, that ain’t gettin’ back that pain
what you finna do ’bout mitch, (shh), drop a chain?
i still pop out in the city ’cause i ain’t worried ’bout a thing
f-ck n-gga, don’t call me twin, b-tch, we not the same (at all)
i checked your resume, boy, and you ain’t shot a thing

[verse 2: jdot breezy]
n-ggas makin’ songs when they die, drop a bag, ho (drop a bag, ho)
mitch dope hittin’, left him stinkin’ like a assh0l- (ugh)
if you ain’t dropped a bag, p-ssy n-gga, what that bag for? (what that bag for?)
ratchet ho gave me the drop ’cause i treat her like a bad ho
come on, what you did ’bout mitch? (mitch)
you don’t claim even teki, you don’t mention the b-tch
d-mn, what happened to lil’ (shh)? he need stitches and sh-t (goofy)
tangy cryin’ like a b-tch, boy go pick up a stick (tangy)
last n-gga pulled up, make him crash, hit the glass
smokin’ spaazz2xx, put it out ’cause it’s ass
i can’t smoke on foolio so i’m smokin’ on his dad
we all we got need help, them n-ggas goin’ out bad
keep your b-tch out the way, ’cause that ho’ll catch a shot
rep on all these k!llings, but you know the one that shot you
should’ve known you was a b-tch, ’cause yo’ momma got shot, too
and yo’ girlfriend, b-tch, “ayy, buban, what that mouth do?” (ayy)

- whoppa wit da choppa

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