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King Los

Whoopin' Ass

 

Whoopin' Ass


[Intro]

[Verse 1:]
Man I got dumb hoes, stupid bands
The guts red, but the coupe is tan
If a slut with it, I'm a scoop her damn
And have her draggin balls (dragon balls) no Super Saiyan
Make her pussy whistle, like a flute was playing
At my crib tonight, no Superman
Get it? Krypotonite, Superman
I'm in a new Sedan, I'm bumping Luther Van
I'll make a brick, break a check
Make your bitch break a neck
Handle you niggas and won't even break a sweat (whoop)
Hit your breaks, slow it down, your shit was fake
Lil nigga, big mistake, I'm the shit, what's the big debate?
My niggas in the kitchen got shit to bake
Bitch, I'm nuts like Christmas cake
I say, cut your single and drop it (drop it)
Everything about to slow up (slow up)
Got Krispie Kreme in my pockets
In other words, my dough nuts
She go nuts when I'm in the thang
No luck with you minute-mane
My city told me go kill you niggas
So I told coach to put me in the game

[Hook:]
I say I ball, I swag, I grind, I floss
I cop these cars, pop tags, I shine, take off
Okay, I took a loss, not again
Drop my top to get oxygen
From the bottom, got to win
I told them what would happen if the box me in and now
I'm whooping ass x8
I copped the drop, dropped the top
Switched the lane, hit the gas
Flipped the door, flipped the cash
Niggas know I'm whooping ass

[Verse 2:]
Okay, runway fashion Dolce
White girl give me windpipe
Bitch might think I'm O.J
Ro-Ro-Rozay
Call it rolex, hoes say
Let me see that rockband like I got tickets to Coldpay
Wait, oh God, all my diamonds go off
If I start fist pumpin it look like I'm throwin snowballs
I like short skirts, no panty please
I make the pussy overheat she need antifreeze
I fan it off then light it up again
And make a pit stop and tighten up her friend
I said I break a bitch back make her bring the bitch back
When she think of this dick she gon bring up this track
I'm a king in the matt do my thing while you slack
On your pimpin you slippin I bring the attack
Woo hit your breaks slow down your shit was fake
Lil nigga big mistake I'm the shit what's the big debate

[Hook]

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