Shawty Violating (Wup That Hoe) lyrics

by

Bun B


Wup that hoe [x13]

[Chorus x2: Yo Gotti]
Wup that hoe, Wup that hoe (she f*cked yo baby daddy)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (sh*t I aint mad at ya)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty violating)
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe (shawty been hating)

[Verse 1:]
There were two hoes, Yo Gotti, one couple hearin
Who be hollering look at that hoe f*cking her friend
Knowing 'bout the beef and sh*t I gone tuck my eyesPop my collar, hit my boy and let these hoes fight
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Shawty got a right like she Laila Ali
Thats just my baby mama
And her best friend
Coming out they stilettos to do these hoes in
U f*cked the wrong n*gga
Caught the wrong b*tch
Hit the wrong club, and got yo ass kicked
I f*ck wit hood hoes
Them hoes stay jacking
Look at shawty weave
I'm like dammmmnnnn what happened

[Chorus: x2]
Wup that hoe [x13]
[Verse 2: Lil' Chat]
The hoe done f*cked my baby daddy
Now the hoe is out here braggin'
When I see the hoe, through the door her ass Im gone be draggin'
b*tch I be ya mad
What you did hoe is nothing
But I gotta beat yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint f*cked up bout no n*gga
n*ggas coming by the dozen
I be with da sh*t, my paper is thick, like n*ggas kill they cousin
Talkin sh*t now I cant go
Throw dem thangs on dat hoe
See you buckin in da club before you know you on da floor
I be strapped like jab in the back
Beat dem killers thats gone attack
Hoe you know its gone be on when you talking about f*cking off with Lil' Chat
Bust these b*tches with a bottle
Naw I'll bust you with my popper
Hoe you really don't want no problem cuz my 38 will resolve them
Hoe you fresh straight out the mall
Brand new set, get staright, get dirt
sh*t its gonna help you get blazed up cuz you'll get smoked just like some perk
I don't play no games with these b*tches
Lil' Chat straight gone let you know
If you disrespect my gangsta
Imma staright up wup you hoe! (straight up wup you hoe)
[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3:]
My main girl trippin', she think Im f*cking off
Ask me 'bout some b*tches, I had to play it off
Told me if she catch me then she gone cut a shine
Found a couple rubbers but I told her they weren't mine
She checked my phone, she watched my home, she searched my clothes
She asked me 'bout
Where I'm at and who I'm with
She tryna figure pimpin out
She cursed me out said I'm a dog
She sitting here crying and saying I'm wrong
Calling my phone all through the night and ask me when I'm coming home
Rule number 1, if shawty from the projects
n*ggas takin' care of, you hoes better respect that
n*gga got her pregnant, you hoes better respect that
Where I'm from hoes get guns and leave hoes wet

[Chorus: x2]
Wup that hoe, wup that hoe ['til fade out]
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