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thots - whoppa wit da choppa lyrics

[intro]
(they got drilltime on that beat?)
brrr, ayy
big whop, ayy
big whop, b*tch
ayy, yuh
(drilltime, what you*)
ayy, drilltime, what you cookin’ up?
big whop, ayy

[verse]
i got a b*tch name britney from palm beach that hoe so aggy
i hit that hoe one time and ain’t answer, know she can’t stand me
i got a b*tch name kiara let me f*ck whenever i’m in tampa
ever since i met her at the show she always let the snap her
i got a lil hoe name cindy that hoe stay tripping
she know i can’t her on no date, girl, we going to wendy’s
i can’t cap, whole family fine you know i hit her sister
and shе know that she’ll never bе mine that why i f*ck with her
my little b*tch niecy from ga, she stay doing fraud
she buy me any pair of shoes i want, i think i love that broad
every time we hit linny’s that lil hoe pull out her card
b*tch tried to post me, cut her off, boy i swear to god
baby i don’t play no games like that, i wouldn’t dare wife that
you can have that b*tch back
threw a party in that p*ssy, the whole gang hit that
so ain’t no pressure on these b*tches cause i know they like that
got a b*tch named ciara from the o that hoe too ratchet
(whoppa how you know?) sh*t, her son got two daddies
my little b*tch chrissy from new orleans, that hoe too savage
i can’t lie, you pull up on her crazy she gone shot at you
got a b*tch name tierra from miama she just got her body did
her body look so good, can’t tell she got a lotta kids
but a still f*ck with her cause lil mama swallow kids
the first time i met her, thought she was a model b*tch
i got a b*tch from new york she stay calling me son
all my hoes gotta have a license to carry a gun
that b*tch told me that she dyking but she still let me f*ck
she know she can’t get no money, i ain’t no motherf*cking duck
lil breesha got a sister named teesha and they both freaks
they both let me f*ck and them hoes barely know me
she said that she a pro, told that b*tch you gotta show me
but they know i f*cked the cousin, d*mn these b*tches so creep
[outro]
you know that i love all my b*tches
don’t trust all my b*tches but i f*ck all my b*tches
yeah, yeah, you know that i love all my b*tches
don’t trust all my b*tches but i f*ck all my b*tches
yeah, yeah, b*tch
yeah, shout out all my hoes
ayy, shout out all my hoes
yeah, shout out all my hoes
i love y’all that’s for motherf*cking sure, b*tch

- whoppa wit da choppa lyrics

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