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letra de oh shit - whoppa wit da choppa

[intro]
(f-ck it, turn it up kaz)
oh sh-t
rrrah
big whop, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
she like, oh sh-t the big ku’s in this b-tch
i came here for the hoes, we’ll still shoot in this b-tch
ran that sh-t up the whole gang getting rich
playing games with your life hit him with that hit stick
ain’t no pressure on no hoe, all the b-tches wanna f-ck, lil b-tch
cut the club lights off, know we snuck in with that switch
red b-tch looking at me, been f-cked that sh-t
swallowed that whole bottle now swallow that d-ck

[verse 1]
i can’t lie i f-cked the club, no bap
come and f-ck with a driller, baby, f-ck rap
little drunk b-tch asking where the cups at
wanna take a picture but her man gonna be upset
freaky b-tch i can see that sh-t in your еyes
your friend asking all thesе questions like the fbi
i can’t trust no b-tch or no thot
only think i know, b-tch, is h-ll is hot
girl you know you wanna f-ck i ain’t gone tell the guys
all that dump in your truck got me mesmerized
you so fine, girl, i got your number memorized
og say you say some lies with them thick ol thighs
i know you be telling lies, what you talking bout
i know you don’t love i but i love your mouth
ain’t never f-cked with a rapper, don’t run your mouth
my kids running on your tongue like school is out
[chorus]
oh sh-t the big ku’s in this b-tch
i came here for the hoes, we’ll still shoot in this b-tch
ran that sh-t up the whole gang getting rich
playing games with your life hit him with that hit stick
ain’t no pressure on no hoe, all the b-tches wanna f-ck, lil b-tch
cut the club lights off, know we snuck in with that switch
red b-tch looking at me, been f-cked that sh-t
swallowed that whole bottle now swallow that d-ck

[verse 2]
baby eat that d-ck like some juicy crab
do a drill, f-ck a b-tch, cut on news4jax
if it’s real, baby, you’ll get a whop attack
on yo ass, let me see that sh-t from the back
hot boy i be feeling juvenile
i be in your b-tch mouth like a root c-n-l
don’t say sh-t to me i’m tryna shoot it out
rent a u-haul, we making n-ggas move out
i wanna have a threesome with your friend, don’t be mad
please don’t inbox my b-tch, she’ll beat your ass
you know this d-ck so good she gone take me back
so let me f-ck that cat, you know i hate rats

[chorus]
oh sh-t the big ku’s in this b-tch
i came here for the hoes, we’ll still shoot in this b-tch
ran that sh-t up the whole gang getting rich
playing games with your life hit him with that hit stick
ain’t no pressure on no hoe, all the b-tches wanna f-ck, lil b-tch
cut the club lights off, know we snuck in with that switch
red b-tch looking at me, been f-cked that sh-t
swallowed that whole bottle now swallow that d-ck

- whoppa wit da choppa

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