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woop - never happen lyrics

[hook: woop]
i ain’t p-p-playing with them b-tches
bad b-tch in the kitchen always do the dishes
i’ma keep it chilling with the choppa
my n-ggas get in and they whipping betty crocker
she don’t even care that i stutter
i’m in love with money, i’ll never ever love her
whip a cannon out on these sour apple suckers
i don’t break bread with a buster (d-mn!)
n-gga never seen it, never happen (2x)
i don’t even know what you talking ‘bout
so why the f-ck you asking me what happened? (i don’t know, i don’t know)
n-gga never seen it, he ain’t never seen it
i be playing blind as a bat
i’ma hold it down for the real n-ggas
no mickey mouse, i’ll never ever rat (d-mn!)
n-gga never seen it, never happen (2x)
i’ma tell a f-ck n-gga first [?]
boy don’t play with me cause [?]
she g-g-g-g-gone off patron
stutter on a b-tch, she n-n-never coming home
[?] on site, he done took one to the dome
woop’ll tell these p-ssy n-ggas what the f-ck you on

[verse 1: juice boyz kt]
p-ssy n-gga ain’t got it, all my n-ggas get it
juice boyz, woop lingo, 700 tripping
got a molly plug, put juice in the city
6 12 chrome heat, you can [?]
gave the wrong n-gga money, big balling ain’t a secret
run up, i’ma bust you, real talk, no blather
man i used to have nothing now i got 6 figures
no deal, drug deal, f-ck n-gga cop a deal
tell them crackers [?] if i lose my appeal
real n-ggas keep it real, f-ck n-ggas don’t live
got the choppa, [?], pulled up and get stupid
i’ll body, just loosing, real life, no rap
bust a shot, n0body p-ssy talking to the cops
and we them n-ggas over here, f-ck them n-ggas over there
i’ma tell you n-ggas [?], we beefing i’m coming to k!ll ya
can’t find ya, i’m clapping your people
talking about me and you are not equal
super og, ask about what i been through
don’t break bread with a buster, we’ll never do rap game
[?] took over [?}

[hook: woop]

[verse 2: woop]
2 bad b-tches ate each other p-ssy
i ain’t know it’s c-c-c-c-coca (stutter)
shoe box filled with baby blue knots
woop got more [?]
i don’t like that broke b-tch, i like oak
b-tch send them knots, they call me mister band band
stomp a n-gga out, they call me timberland [?]
robin fit, k!ll a n-gga, choppa jet lag
mdma, off a molly grip, i get to geeking taking shots just like a bar
crack a n-gga egg on some humpty dumpty sh-t
humpty dumpty must a [?], ho
i’m the type of n-gga rob the corner sto’
pull up camouflage, all black, john doe
sold him fake xans and a sugar rope of dope
[?] cups with me and kt
i’ma do whatever i got to do and make all these p-ssy n-ggas hate me
choppa [?] like the army
play the game dirty, real dirty, magic johnson
r-e-s-p-e-c-t, they gon’ respect me
playing money games, i’ll f-f-ck a n-gga up
whole house filled with [?]
aye lady, tell your son to pay up
claim he riding foreign but i’ve never seen it
claim he selling work but we ain’t ever seen it
all my n-ggas beef like burger king
hole in him size of a onion ring

[hook: woop]

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