Damn Lyrics & Tabs by Woop
Damn
guitar chords lyrics
Let Go
Pull up on a nigga with my pants down
I tried to show them love, but I done switched up my demeanor
I can never diss a nigga if I ain't never meet him
I'm trying to get my people out of F.E.M.A, Katrina
I heard you cuffing girls, you not a robber you a sneaker
Woop got more stripes than them Addidas
Crackas want to do a nigga just like Emmett Till
Drop 2 in a 20, drinking Emmitt Smith
Foreal
Pull up on a busta with my pants down
Hundred round drum show your ass Woop, hit it
He a bitch nigga man look at his face
Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave
Nigga I'm the man in my city
He a bitch nigga man look at his face
Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave
Nigga I'm the man in my city
I can't go to Disney cause I was fucking Minnie
Mouse rat bitch left a hickey
You can not be down, FIFA round, we don't kick it
All black suits, Blues Brothers, Twin Bentley, you feel me
I'm gonna smoke that kill, till that motherfucker kill me
Blunt thicker than a cheesesteak come from Philly
Leanin' on a dirt bike, nigga pop a wheelie. Catwalk
Jit mac screamin' knockin' caps off
Why the fuck you think he tote a mac for
Mac 90 and Mac 10, Mac 11
So when it's beef nigga better add mac sauce
Dang
I'm the type of nigga, shoot a fuck nigga dead in his face
She bite down on the pillow when I'm hittin' her
I hit her from the back, don't wanna see no love face
Two white bitches in a rental, one sucking dick
The other one she snortin' from the cake
We got drink on the way, I'm gon' fuck both of y'all ay bay bay
Me and my niggas tighter than a lifestyle
Let them choppas do, I did it right now
700 block that's my lifestyle
She don't get right, go right around
Pigeon shooter game from a Hawk
You can hear the beast in a nigga when he talk
28 gram real quick Marshall Faulk
Beef with a geek rather let the choppa talk
Damn
Baby let's talk some money (Talk some money)
I knock you off for money (Off for money)
And everytime we have a convo (A convo)
It always come back to money (Talk bout money)
Boy you be actin' money (How you get money)
So broke that you lookin' bummy (How you get money)
I got them new blue hundred's (I got them new ones)
I can help you with money (Them baby blue ones)
All the bad bitches love money, money
All the bad bitches love money, love money
All the bad bitches love money
All the bad bitches love money
You a hustle nigga get money
If you a hustle nigga get money
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the money
Tool, Woop boostin' up the murder rate
Shoot ya man down, we don't say a thing
Everybody clap like a stadium
Filled with Gator fan's at a Gator game
Country nigga sippin' on that act right
Young Woop, nigga live a jack life
Dawg lost his momma to a crack pipe
That's why he servin' jumpy jays Jack White
Stripe on that chop you can army gun it
Spit that shit backwards go Bravo Johnny
Jack spot jit got a pump, and a tommy
Whole hood geeked thats them 700 mummies
*Oh you want lean got that bottle with me*
Pull up real clean with a model with me
Shoot your little brother down, and your GG
Catch another body nigga for the free free
Beef ain't nothing to me cause I done beat the deep freeze
Let my diamonds dance, thats them VV's
He showing need for a nigga so much, imma turn the bitch man to ...
Two twin Glocks got ten, pow them
Wanna rap beef you can PenPal him
Money on his head you can PayPal him
Catch him down slippin' imma take care of him
Pull on on a nigga with my pants down
Hundred round drum show ya ass Woop, get it
He a bitch nigga man look at his face
Nothin' but surf boards, Woop a tricky wave
Damn
Ay, Ay
Damn
Ay, Ay
Pull up on a nigga with my pants down
Hundred drum show ya ass Woop, kill 'em
He a bitch nigga man look at his face
Damn, Damn
Fuck it hit it
Pull up on a nigga with my pants down
Hundred drum show ya ass Woop, ya ass Woop
He a bitch nigga man look at his face
