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Wop D-O-G Yeah (Burr) I just spent like seven million on rings (Seven, seven) I got like eight Rolls Royces in my house right now Shit gettin' outrageous Damn I see you copycats out there Yeah, I'm feeling myself, uh (Burr, burr) Ain't no way I'm squashing my beefs like Drake and Meek (Nah) 'Cause blood done got spilled on the street, that shit was deep Survival of the fittest, the weakest, they gettin' eaten Department of corrections, civilians, they gettin' treated Sorry to the mamas and papas I made weep (Mama) God, thank you for the mama and papa that made me (Pop) I don't like makin' no promise, I can't keep it (Nope) I don't fuck with none of these niggas, that's no secret (Nah) I don't fuck with holmes, and holmes don't like me (Who, me?) You could never cancel the gang, we too deep (It's Gucci) I killed the parking lot, I been wanted for ten weeks (Alright) I pray 'fore I sleep, then sleep with my heat Predators nothing but prey, you ask me (Huh?) Niggas get shot every day on GP (Gresham) So fly, I touch down, I still ain't touch ground (Ground) Since I'm the emperor, rock emerald cuts now (Emerald cuts) Letras de cancionesCount so much money, got paper cuts now All kind of plain janes, all bustdowns (Bling) Same nigga wouldn't even trust your born round Home invader hunt like we huntin' Saddam down Room raider, traitors can't put they guns down (Boom) Don't let this shit go over your head, I dumb it down Finesse town, he paid for a bale, he got a pound (Fuck) Like 8Ball said, y'all pussies all lay it down (Pussy) Haha, yeah It's Wop, burr I'm richer, more handsome, more healthy, more cocky Wrist more rocky, yeah Money longer, bread stronger My bitch badder, I got more stamina My stash done got bananas, damn I need to stop it, man I'm getting delusional, bipolar, schizophrenic with the money Wop Bustdown, bustdown Bustdown, bustdowns, bustdowns Bustdowns, bustdowns, bustdowns Bustdowns, bustdowns, bustdowns From Letras Mania