Guy:
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Bitch! Who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga
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Turn him up on the mic
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Verse one:
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Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking I'm Lil' Gotti
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Tats on my body, catch 'em, shottie, with that red beam dottie
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When they call me pop, nigga's call me mister hit 'em get 'em
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Or just, bad motherfucker, because I'm quick to spit 'em, dismiss 'em
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I beat the total livin', somebody get 'em
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Before I put this in 'em and even the doctors won't admit 'em
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Look, I won't bullshit 'em, the school, put you wupe you in the jammie
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(Soldier put it on something)
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Put it on my mama and her mammie
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Lay it, thrown out the nanny
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Got these niggas hate me ballie
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Sending they pussy at me just to see a nigga stab me
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Don't have my marbles at all, I'm horrible dog
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Don't believe me, watch me, action when I give this call
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Chorus:
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It's mister whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is)
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Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there gotta be a)
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Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp (there he is, there he is)
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Whomp, whomp, whomp
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Verse two:
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I'm the dopiest thing since the Rock
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Cause the stock about a single jaws block
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The only rapper slash nigga with a endorsment from a glock
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I'm gain nigga go head and put that in yo' vain nigga
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When you bought the Cd, you got it because of my name nigga
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The one with the double R, till every track he busted on
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Won't give a fuck who else on, look I'm pure competition
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Just an example with the expedition
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And I'm still making songs for the prisons
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Nigga's besta tip, and went when C.B. Jones came about
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Can't see a nigga taking me out
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From Tennessee to Atlanta, shy town, and back home
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What they wanna here when I touch that microphone
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Chorus
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Verse three:
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I use to use to be a drug pusher
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Now I'm that dope in your sub-woofer
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Only for the coke cookers that ook us
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But ain't no affording me
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Can't go no where don't act accordingly
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The only person that notice me is God and that nigga recording me
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You wanted a hero well here I be, capital F-I-e-n-d you peeping me
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See frequently fucking over your frequency
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Talking 'bout our producers like quantity
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Follow me, every since I said the quarter ki
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Checking for me in Blockbuster every quarterly
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Pardon me, I don't know if I'm the shit, or just another nigga bump
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But right now I'm the nigga that's damaging your trunk
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Chorus
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Mr. Whomp Whomp
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Fiend |