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lirik lagu fly boy gang - da wop

[intro]
(rico, rico, rico)

[verse 1: fbg duck]
bought it clean, made it dirty, hit it with the “wop!”
bought it clean, made it dirty, hit ’em with the glock
met her dirty and made her clean ’cause i got plenty gwop
i just introduced a baby choppa to a 50~shot
ayy, we donе been through plenty blocks
ayy, we done chasеd plenty opps
ayy, we done f~cked plenty thots
ayy, b~tch, know i got my semi c~cked
you might see us waving hands, but we not tryna millie rock
b~tch, there go young with that “grrlah!” again
ayy, know we got them hammers out
ooh, there go that car again
dutty switching up on them, they don’t know what car i’m in
opps might as well be in jail how them n~ggas barred in, b~tch
[chorus: fbg young]
bought it dirty, made it clean, hit it with the “wop!”
serving with a bop, coochie wet as a yacht
chickenpox, red spots, fill ’em up with dots
my granny say i’m reeking, nuski stinking up her spot
huh? a hundred grams, hit that sh~t with the millie rock
n~ggas tweaking on the g’s can get millie wopped
new foreign do the dash ’til the engine hot
yellow bars, green bars, mix it with the wok’

[verse 2: wooski]
they better catchup ’cause if a n~gga ever disrespect us
b~tch, i be on point and be thirsty to let that tec buck
it’s just us, i should be that n~gga on, that’s flexed up
i’ll be back for that bentley, but right now, give me that lex’ truck
while you n~ggas in the party throwing sets up
you better watch that sh~t you claim, n~ggas get dressed up
33~shot xd, 22~shot glock with a suppressor
they talking down on my block come through with them chops and we gon’ bless ya
thirsty for the cheque, you want meek dead, better come correct
bt put the beam on him, it ain’t hit his head, but it hit his neck
shoestring on the tec, keep it with me like a pet
he died before he hit the deck, he got stretched like hec

[chorus: fbg young]
bought it dirty, made it clean, hit it with the “wop!”
serving with a bop, coochie wet as a yacht
chickenpox, red spots, fill ’em up with dots
my granny say i’m reeking, nuski stinking up her spot
huh? a hundred grams, hit that sh~t with the millie rock
n~ggas tweaking on the g’s can get millie wopped
new foreign do the dash ’til the engine hot
yellow bars, green bars, mix it with the wok’
[verse 3: fbg young]
walked in saks, just might sell a p in there
brand~new ralf simmons, just might leave my old ones there
bought my b~tch a pair, made it fair
two~hundred dollar cup and never met her, never cared. huh? yuh! b~tch!
trapping is my hobby, my profession, i perfect it
i serve every hype around me, i want my gwop, i’m not flexing
vellanos scr~ped the curb, i d~mn near crashed it while she naked
i told her, “look up at me! that sh~t s~xy!” huh?
bought it clean, made it dirty, hit it with the “wop!”
fully~loaded jeep truck just to lose the cops
f~ck your feature, hit the block, and sell a thousand rocks
my lil’ reaper, he’s a geeker, he’ll melt ya top

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