Woopty Woop Blahzay Blah Songtext
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Woopty Woop Blahzay Blah Songtext
Ever see somebody die right in FRONT of you?
NOW you can′t sleep, nightmares for a month or two
Ever been in beef so serious afraid for your kids
Even gotta hide your mother too?
The does and the don'ts and the coulds and the woulds and the shoulds
Never question what you gotta do
Be a man stand TALL head high chest out
Stay the same even when nobody fuck with you
I know you ready, I know you ready
Br-break a hundred dollar bills make CHANGE for a nigga
Like cheers everybody know my name now nigga
You CHOOSE stay up or either stay down nigga
Okay now nigga okay now nigga
Que lo que, dame mas
Different strokes for different folks
This is how my bitches roll
They gassin′ niggas for they dough
Like bring it back to papi GO
Bring it back to papi like [?]
Scooped her in the hoopty ridin' shotgun in her bra
Flowin' like I′m juicy Project Pat with a gat, black gloves and shades
Spanish Harlem born and raised repeat it till my dyin′ day
Flowin' like I′m juicy Project Pat with a gat, black gloves and shades
Spanish Harlem born and raised repeat it till my dyin' day
Young Don
NOW you can′t sleep, nightmares for a month or two
Ever been in beef so serious afraid for your kids
Even gotta hide your mother too?
The does and the don'ts and the coulds and the woulds and the shoulds
Never question what you gotta do
Be a man stand TALL head high chest out
Stay the same even when nobody fuck with you
I know you ready, I know you ready
Br-break a hundred dollar bills make CHANGE for a nigga
Like cheers everybody know my name now nigga
You CHOOSE stay up or either stay down nigga
Okay now nigga okay now nigga
Que lo que, dame mas
Different strokes for different folks
This is how my bitches roll
They gassin′ niggas for they dough
Like bring it back to papi GO
Bring it back to papi like [?]
Scooped her in the hoopty ridin' shotgun in her bra
Flowin' like I′m juicy Project Pat with a gat, black gloves and shades
Spanish Harlem born and raised repeat it till my dyin′ day
Flowin' like I′m juicy Project Pat with a gat, black gloves and shades
Spanish Harlem born and raised repeat it till my dyin' day
Young Don
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