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chopz (mi) - wdg flow كلمات أغنية

[intro: maar]
sh_t
this beat hard as h_ll
you pick this b_tch out, chopz?
alright

[verse 1: maar & chopz]
man, these n_ggas act like b_tches, i’m confused
you the type to trip about a b_tch, i tie my shoes
i ain’t never fallin’
hit the b_tch once and block her ass, i ain’t never callin’
huh, now it’s on to the next, hah
keep the ‘bows right and all the pros to the left (b_tch)

[verse 2: chopz]
dog c_cky with them diamonds ’til you put ’em to the test
dog say he a pit until you let him out the fence
have my slatt slime his ass, all i gotta do is hiss
n_gga, you ain’t beatin’ on the road, n_gga, you beatin’ on your b_tch
i been showin’ the drank too much love, my b_tch finna throw a fit

[verse 3: k baby]
the boys got behind mе while i got a b_tton, i’m finna throw this b_tch
boy, you real broke as f_ck and you know that sh_t
postеd on the opps’ block with chop, n_gga, take our pic
youngin makin’ racks on that route, i show you how to trip
youngin made your b_tch eat the d_ck and he ain’t have to trick
[verse 4: babyfxce e]
takin’ gulps of the drank, i’m too thirsty to sip
he got hoed two times, but he too thirsty to quit
in the lamb chop ridin’ with your b_tch
go’n ‘head and slide, you gon’ die, we don’t miss
smokin’ out the pound, you be bustin’ out the zip
bust a plain jane down, i can do it ’cause i’m rich
stomach shot, now he need a bag just so he can sh_t
she just got some ass, so it’s hard for her to sit

[verse 5: maar]
got my smallest arp up on my lap so i can whip, huh
trunk five percent, chopz hangin’ out the whip
man, i’m all about my chips like the benjamins
sh_t, do you really got them chips or you the middleman?
huh, he think he grown, but he a baby, he played on little man
sh_t, like the wayans bros
huh, never trippin’ ’bout no b_tch, we f_ck the same hoes
when a b_tch wanna f_ck, she gon’ f_ck, that’s how the game go

[verse 6: chopz]
f_ck me, f_ck gang, that’s how the game go
walkdown gang, striker boys, boy, that’s our flow
when you pour my drank, make sure you pour it overload
ask about our gun stash, that b_tch on overload
ballin’ on these n_ggas so much, they think we goin’ pro
i don’t need your gun, n_gga, i got my own pole
i really like the old k better, i got an old soul
n_gga, stop postin’ throwbacks, that’s an old roll
[verse 7: k baby]
you finally hit that b_tch, to us, that’s the old ho
make 10k in a year, that was the old goal
tried to rap like us, but you ain’t us, you got an old flow
fifty plus six up in the whip, you know we gon’ blow
you know we quick to check tips, don’t ask what we on
i could show you how to tweak, you better grab your pole
first grab your ski, then your drac’, then it’s time to roll
these hoes so drunk up in the party, so it’s time to go
i pour the casa’ in her mouth, she love to drive the boat

[verse 8: babyfxce e]
b_tch, the liq’ got her open
she just threw up on me ’cause my d_ck had her chokin’
n_ggas hatin’ on me and they think that i don’t notice
sixty on a chain, n_gga, that’s a f_ckin’ trophy
that is not a chain, p_ssy n_gga, that’s a choker
that’s a f_ckin’ necklace
chop hit his collarbone and leave him f_ckin’ neckless

- chopz mi

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