Mr. Whomp Whomp Lyrics - Fiend

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 

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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 

Photos 

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