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spinabenz & whoppa wit da choppa - add a k lyrics

aye, this that jump out sh+t, nah ain’t no p4k
this that fooli add a k
this that teki add a k
this that fefe add a k
they call [?] let it spray
they call g3 let it spray
[?] goin up like eight
we ain’t worried bout the opposition
stop the car and [?] so i can drop a n+gga
that n+gga stop, dropped, and rolled when them bullets hit em
we give no f+cks bout your age, f+ck that n+gga bibby
f+ck who ain’t f+cking wit me
5 years later n+ggas still getting popped
we gone f+cking k!ll yo ass if you make a song wit an opp
boy i know you really mad you fell in love with that thot
my whole gang gave her d+ck but you gave that hoe a lot
aye, b+tch bend it over makе your knees touch your elbows
we in all black b+tch we bе flyer than some scarecrows
i ain’t smelling dawg finna shoot him in d+mn nose
y’all done f+cked up man them crackas free my n+gga rose

shug on my mind no time for thinking i’m straight spazzing
pull up on they block and let they kin folks have it
pull up with that yapper stick that semi+automatic
know i’m coming right behind ya making sure they see a casket
it be me and my lil murder team
tryna make a murder scene
everything premeditated, if we go it’s 1st degree
they know i be drilling sh+t ain’t no way you ain’t heard of me
catch an opp and flip the clip then go post up on evergreen
pull up in a four door watch me jump out with the stick
they need to free my n+gga drey so we can slide through the six
i ain’t gotta speak on fefe dude know that he a b+tch
[?] ass from [?] ridge why the f+ck he claiming six
y’all go cl!ck up with some n+ggas who never k!lled sh+t
draco split and blow his chest out know for sure his mans hit smoking [?] where lil juju at cause i ain’t sparing jit
smoking dank and eight d+mn mike should’ve got hit
me and whop one chop one glock god d+mn
n.l.m.b, b+tch i’m banging for my mans, kp, kitkat, six flat
awe man teki pack mix with 35 and bibby they a clan

3+5 died for foolio but he don’t really care
fefe you act like you love him but you sitting right there
y’all won’t swing on evergreen but y’all will go spin on the ave
stop the car, shoot the driver it’s a f+cking blood bath
n+ggas faking like that on it but they knowing where we at
n+gga i’m on every drill know i’m living what i rap
we gone catch that n+gga charles and put six in his chest
if you really thinking smart you will go and get a vest
223 kobe ass and get phoenix ass next
cracka mama praying for him that n+gga supposed to be dead
old beef don’t die [?] you can be next
f+ck all the opps alive and f+ck them n+ggas who dead

- spinabenz whoppa wit da choppa lyrics

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