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hoe don't violate - koopsta knicca lyrics

[intro]
yo, the koopsta knicca
undaground muzic volume one
comin’ at yo aaa-ss

[hook: 8ball & mjg sample] 2x
hoe don’t violate, b-tch you know i taught you better
see i’m from tennessee with curls and gold t–th
i’m in my cadillac, chillin’ like a fat mack
smokin’ on a fat sack, drinkin’ on a pint of ‘yac

[verse 1]
mane koop’s just tryin’ to have some
hoes gon’ get they head bump
never tryin’ to get nails done
f-ckin’ like they broke or some
mane these hoes ain’t innocent
breakin’ in my residence
see you later, you’s a hater
never will i miss you b-tch
man i’m tryin’ to set it straight
why you hoes be playa hate?
baby buy you there’s no way
we didn’t even f-cked that day
hey remember, ask yo sister
she can tell you all the sh-t
you was trippin’, she was slippin’
she suck d-ck, that’s evidence
always koopsta’s in the mood
sit back, poppin’ x or two
look at you, you do too
i can see the freak in you
then you ask me why so (?) hoe
why i commence to fight hoe?
cause b-tch you disrespect me hoe
no trip to c-ck ’em up
hoes get chopped up right quick
cause koopsta never love ya, b-tch
i (?) witness this
see i been lightin’ it

[verse 2]
mane the koop back up in this
weak -ss rapper that’s no test
you make money, give her checks
i will mistreat that trick
strictly pimpin’, like supposed
keep that white sh-t up her nose
f-cked then hoe just let her go
then paid bills, k-izz-icked doors
hoe you know i ain’t havin’ it
let me see you jiggle it
sidewalk pimpin’ bring that cash
hoe where all that dough you spend?
sh-t you gon’ get peter-rolled
f-ckin’ get yo n-izz-eck broke
will i k!ll you? i don’t know
f-ckin’ up my pot of gold
beat her ’til she cataracts
plank some sh-t across her back
sell your soul up on a track
don’t come back to have my cash
make it fast, in a dash
don’t make me drop things on you
d-mn fool
the koopsta knicca blast if i have to
d-ckie denims, black shirt
a stock ‘n cap, i’m ready to go to work
tec 9, chrome tone
pointed to your f-ckin’ dome
sawed off gauge up your face
gone on a rampage
get me money, get me paid
i may let you live today

[hook: 8ball & mjg sample] 4x
hoe don’t violate, b-tch you know i taught you better
see i’m from tennessee with curls and gold t–th
i’m in my cadillac, chillin’ like a fat mack
smokin’ on a fat sack, drinkin’ on a pint of ‘yac

[skit from “the dozens”]

- koopsta knicca lyrics

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