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