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Whoppa Wit Da Choppa x Spinabenz x Greenlight - NOW (Official Audio) (Unreleased)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Performer
Spinabenz
Spinabenz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Williams
Reginald Williams
Composer
Noah Williams
Noah Williams
Composer
Dasaun Williams
Dasaun Williams
Composer
Dasani Wright
Dasani Wright
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DT Real
DT Real
Producer

Lyrics

Wa wa wa That shit that you was talking pussy saying out All my niggas coming to get you ain't showing no house Holdup boy gat block by the cops see yo fucking clown Bitch i no you clown with the house We gun you down Ssh Bitch nobody move you gonna hate trappy sound They probably while a where the train put you in the ground Shoot at everybody They gonna fuck if you from outta town I want you to say it in my song Pussy say it now I don't fuck with this fart they on some guppy shit You ain't gay let enjoy to some ducci hit Me and twins really lippo let that huzzy split My respect yeah shimmy on a sukki shit Your favorite rapper lying That nigga is shooting shit For nigga climb the bed cause you're not doing shit Kids don't dig how you niggas be looking sick You use to follow rosy round the town cause of some pussy shit Pull up on the house somebody die tonight I don't know no shit about no murders i was on the flight I been getting down with that cut him green light Had a couple niggas off cause that doesn't seem right Hold on Well that does it six piece Double back again until the nigga gonna get laid I can never get my dog back So i ain't shii sweet I came with my talk me a walk with that ass big big Can't afford this niggas got the drop robby shit free Who you catching niggas from the north i want them six feet Thought him make a bitch now he mad tryna diss me Don't howl at my cousin whore how you bitch me Nigga you ain't cut your bitch tryna bitch me Gat the shit from sugar and Gerald cause i'm big big Fly old fellow with the weapon ain't shit sweet Popping out popping where it should be They know i'll be in the neighborhood they wanna get me Cop trying to talk the window now you dead in your sixty Fort light in the sixth tho trash light common bitch see One wanna nigaa ask and they know they don't get peace I just called her off me ama sweens what a sweesy b me ma fear going in till sixty Cool lie but innit nigga that's against me Just become a dog me caller incompletely All i need is high bitch i spend once its six b All i need is time put a nigga at sixty but i need the bitch be calling on my line I decline you don't get me i spent all my time See see i still trying to get the you think his is line You gonna miss but ama hit see Please don't hit my line Me talking with the least what a draw set Bitch i need this house already know what we blogging Thought that we raw that top then we seen it up until we draw that It's been a busy year with they been hanging we stop that Roddy told treating like a pillow we gon party No food in that food we ate all night till our pay
Writer(s): Noah Williams, Dasaun Williams, Dasani Wright, Reginald Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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