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lirik lagu whoop dat bitch – koopsta knicca

[intro]

[chorus – koopsta knicca & gangsta boo]
punk -ss n-gga constantly talking that sh-t
gonna f-cking come up missing, gon’ get found in a ditch
i’ll whoop that b-tch, i’ll hurt that hoe (bring it)
whoop that b-tch, i’ll hurt that hoe
and after the club, constantly running his mouth
trying to tell this motherf-cking n-gga
i’ll whoop that b-tch, i’ll hurt that hoe (bring it)
whoop that b-tch, i’ll hurt that hoe

[verse 1 – koopsta knicca]
koop back up in this hoe, i’m ’bout to lose control
we beat ’em to the floor, for that, man, they don’t know
these hoes – they think they bad, we beem ’em up real fast
you touch me, b-tch – i’ll beat your -ss
’bout your crew i serve them, so take this as a learner
too hot trick for a burner (it’s a murder, murder, murder, murder)
heard this shirt through this birch that this dirk want to whoop me so
blood on my pants, all on my clothes, oh no
here we go, body blows, b-tch, koop like to fight
f-ck that sh-t, i’m alright, special effects sitting up in my car right
off the heezy, got this heat to your gut
b-tch, too buck for this club, let the .40 cal bust
come in, jump in
the wind, my friend
the club, crunk up
yes sir, say what

[verse 2 – gangsta boo]
dog, look, i be spranging on n-ggas, ask snipe
first a left then an uppercut, mighty quick right
you silly -ss n-ggas be talking that yang, but i bet you won’t sw-ng
i got my slingshot blau-blau-blau to the brain
i’m the u, the g, the q, the south
i get crunk as f-ck bowing b-tches in their mouth
if you wanna try me, mane, step up to my face, mane
i’m tired of you n-ggas talking sh-t about this player, mane
busta -ss n-ggas wanna act like they want some
baby, i like pulling triggers for fun, get me real mad – you better run
run like forrest, pimping, i’m the hardest
the roughest, the baddest, b-tch, you ain’t mad, is ya?
bro, i’m like a hollow point coming fast as h-ll
street ringers run the streets like the dawn of the dead
yeah, i’m blowing like dyno, weakest link – good bye, hoe
whoop that b-tch, hurt that hoe
march, trick, step into this motherf-cking mask
gangsta boo will be the last one standing, know that

[verse 3 – koopsta knicca]
touch me – you’re gonna fry, ebonics, mane, there’s no lie
on your shirt i see red dye, other words cherry pie
i beat jack out the frame, the koopsta knic’s gone insane
bad for your health, lil’ mane, something like ana hang
angered man lives a took, uppercut, then a left, right hook
trick, this your last look, gon’ get your b-tch -ss whooped
whooped and shoved in the parking lot, up with yellow sparks
ak sh-lls ripped him ‘part, the sawed-off sh-lls pushed him far
this here could be your brother, uncle, neph’ or your lover
see, death is what he discovered, the koop is a motherf-cker
gunning, man, they start running, man down, but ain’t none funny
you shouldn’t have bumped me, homie, like i’m a b-tch or something
not depressed, but i’m suppressed to get the ang’ off my chest
thou once slept in a casket, when i awoke i start blasting, blasting

[chorus x2 – koopsta knicca & gangsta boo]
punk -ss n-gga constantly talking that sh-t
gonna f-cking come up missing, gon’ get found in a ditch
i’ll whoop that b-tch, i’ll hurt that hoe (bring it)
whoop that b-tch, i’ll hurt that hoe
and after the club, constantly running his mouth
trying to tell this motherf-cking n-gga
i’ll whoop that b-tch, i’ll hurt that hoe (bring it)
whoop that b-tch, i’ll hurt that hoe

- koopsta knicca

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