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chopz (mi) & babyfxce e - no hook كلمات أغنية

[intro: babyfxce e]
yeah
b_tch
huh, huh

[hook: babyfxce e & chopz]
huh, i ain’t no n_gga that you could press
think nothing ain’t gon’ happen, p_ssy n_gga, you better ask about us
n_gga, i can show your ass that i’m a threat
if you put me to the test, then you better have a strap around you
boy, you better have a gun or you cooked
today i’m feeling real punchy, i don’t wanna use no hooks
i don’t do no punchin’ anyway, your ass gon’ get cooked
i know it look like a regular three hundred race, you gon’ get cooked

[verse: babyfxce e & chopz]
like some mcchicken
i just spend some chicken on my b_tch hair, that’s the reason why her lace missin’
don’t try to match me with the weed you got, our sh_t taste different
thе reason why this b_tch called a shaker causе it shake n_ggas, all fast sh_t
my new b_tch way colder, hoe, you think i’m trippin’ ’bout my last b_tch?
catch me on the block, i up the chop, bro, i got fast twitch
we don’t no half of tens, we want all bad sh_t
lil cous’ want all switches, he on bad sh_t
and if you bring up m boys, don’t forget the guns and fast sh_t
balenci’ on my feet, walk him down with the fashion
you finna come put that p_ssy on me, b_tch i ain’t askin’
the glock got a glitch, it’s laggin’
did this first song on some quick sh_t, it’s practice
how the f_ck did i just take a trip without packin’
pokin’ any b_tch that touch me, n_gga, i’m a cactus
don’t hold me accountable, i did in my past sh_t
the pape’ make a married b_tch cheat, it’s almost magic
and stop saying you curry with the thirty, bro, you sh_ggy
i can count the pape’ with my eyes closed, do that sh_t with passion
i can do it in my sleep, this rap sh_t sweet
n_gga, all your raps is cap, n_gga, you not unique
huh, i might slide to the d and f_ck up unique
rick owens, paid seven hundred for some jeans
turnt off the rap, y’all gon’ be f_cked up when i start to stream
only my second cup, bro, how the f_ck i’m already startin’ to lean
when i don’t rap for a minute, it’s like i start to fiend
pull that b_tch ’round the back, somebody start the jeep
already got my own whip, ain’t gotta ask for heat
want me and fxce to get up on your song, bring expensive things
my cup ain’t green, baby girl, this some different lean
i told her call me chopz, but she think i’m talkin’ bout the heat
aye, chopz, they don’t know about that one street
m block, where we was totin’ all them one things
we was eighteen and nineteen drivin’ touchscreens
eleven hundred amiri jeans and i ain’t punch these
brrr, stupid n_gga, you can’t duck these
chased him in the all whites, now they got that one crease
throw money in his pocket, can somebody bring a crutch please
this n_gga really think i hit his b_tch, i made her hit her knees
[hook: babyfxce e & chopz]
huh, i ain’t no n_gga that you could press
think nothing ain’t gon’ happen, p_ssy n_gga, you better ask about us
n_gga, i can show your ass that i’m a threat
if you put me to the test, then you better have a strap around you
boy, you better have a gun or you cooked
today i’m feeling real punchy, i don’t wanna use no hooks
i don’t do no punchin’ anyway, your ass gon’ get cooked
i know it look like a regular three hundred race, you gon’ get cooked

- chopz mi babyfxce e

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