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Selected song name: Whoop His Ass
Singer Name: Boot Camp Clik
Lyrics written by: Boot Camp Clik

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Yeah, this one for all you motherf**kers dissing me
And don't I'm listening, well I'm listening you listen

I went from rags to riches, riches to rags
On my face & pocket to the one on gat
For the ones that be up back like anybody did it
Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it
Prolific hard-core sh*t I gotta spit it
The hardest admit it put my heart in it
I ain't trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes
A few mill with an ill speedboat
And I quote Buck ain't daily good
F**k words, I spits shots till you feel good
Love rap & I love mc-ing
Sh*t but still love killing every n***a in sight
No reason, we in duck season, watch out
Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the Glock out
Jack in box two shots pop out
Still money on the dow pitch stock out
It's Duckdown I-N-C for n***as who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G
Don't hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers
Who wear chain tight collar
Benz to Impalas
Friends who just gotta grab they d**k, cause they love
Hip Hop like Big Poppa
Dog, Heh I know it's hard to see
But I'm Whoop your A** my squad & me

That n***a on block slanging
Whoop his a**
Talking bout how he banging
Whoop his a**
N***a felt your girl a**
Whoop his a**
He fronting on your cash
Whoop his a**
If he get up in your face
Whoop his a**
Put him back in his place
Whoop his a**
Don't be playing with these n***as, man
You better Whoop his a**


Who dem n***as over there
Some broke dude fronting thinks I was scared
Man., get that thang what he moving onions
Stop playing I'll show you how to this younging
See we about biz feed the kids, no apologies
Pushing for you industry n***as no stopping this


Been p*ssing w****s before R.Kezzy
We number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy
Do like it's easy want me, see me
F**k talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy
My neck, My back
Y'all I'm gonna light this head crack
My neck, My back
Suck my d**k & nut sack
B*t*h!



Who this flapping like he started something
Acting like you hard or something
Man, listen you can sell drugs for life
I'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life
And you that right anybody left goodnight
Run you down your last sight is the headlight
In the Halo n***as better watch what they say yo
Cause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so
Up the world like I saw your girl
F**k yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl
I keep a mac by my dog precious
So I can bark & bite at the same time
Y'all test up I spaz out a**-low I never a** out
Keep a gun I be the first one to pull the bra** out no doubt
So I ain't to prove you nothing
But I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting