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Los Whoopin Ass


man i got dumb hoes, stupid bands
the guts red but the coupe is tan
if a slut wit it, ima scoop her damn
and have her “draggin balls”(dragon balls) no super saiyan
make her pussy whistle like a flute was playin
at my “crib tonight”(kryptonite) no superman
get it kryptonite, superman im in a new sedan
and bumpin luther van(vandross)
i make her grip, break a cheque
make your bitch break her neck
handle you niggas that wont even break a sweat (woop)
hit your breaks, slow it down, your shit was fake
lil nigga, big mistake, im the shit whats the big debate
my niggas in the kitchen got shit to bake
bitch im nuts like christmas cake
i said cut ur single and drop it
everything bout to slow up
got krispy kreme in my pocket
in other words my donuts
she go nuts when im in her thang
no luck wit chu minute man
my city told me go kill you niggas
so i told the coach to put me in the game

i say i ball i swag i grind i floss
i cop these cars pop tags i shine take off

okay i took a loss, not again
drop my top to get oxygen
from the bottom got to win
i told em what a happen if they box me in

and then im whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass

i cop the drop, drop the top
switch the lane, hit the gas
hit the door, flip the cash
niggas know im whoopin ass

okay runway fashion dolce
white girl give me windpipe
bitch might think im o.j
ro-ro-rozay
call it rolex, hoes say
let me see that rockband like i got tickets to coldpay
wait(wait), oh god,
all my diamonds go off,
if i start fist pumpin it look like im throwin snowballs
i like short skirts , no panty plz
i make the pussy overheat she need antifreeze
i fan it off then light it up again
and make a pit stop and tighten up her friend

i said i break a bitch back make her bring the bitch back
when she think of this dick she gon bring up this track
im a king in the matt(mattress) do my thing while you slack
on your pimpin you slippin i bring the attack

woo
hit your breaks slow down your shit was fake
lil nigga big mistake im the shit whats the big debate

i say i ball i swag i grind i floss
i cop these cars pop tags i shine take off

okay i took a loss, not again
drop my top to get oxygen
from the bottom got to win
i told em what a happen if they box me in

and then im whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass

i cop the drop, drop the top
switch the lane, hit the gas
hit the door, flip the cash
niggas know im whoopin ass





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