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tbe choppa – killa flow كلمات اغاني

[intro]
i wish everything i touch would turn to gold
nle, you heard me?
baby mexico choppa, man, top shotta
baby mexico shotta, you heard me?
we finna talk our sh_t, you heard me?
ynr (yeah)
midas got a jugg, ayy (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: choppa]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
i’m with the sh_t like i’m dennis
i started this sh_t, i’ma finish
n_ggas be hatin’, tryna blemish my image
who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
extended clip long as a rope
we wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
i knew that boy was a ho
pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’
what is your set, n_gga? what is you claimin’?
i am a beast, you cannot tame it
don’t point a finger, this sh_t can get dangerous
these n_ggas hatin’, these n_ggas plottin’
ooh, he got money, i’m runnin’ his wallet
you say you a k!ller, lil’ n_gga, stop it
in a shootout, your gun was droppin’
you really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
my n_ggas, they scammin’, they swipin’ them cards
[verse 1: choppa]
i am so high that i’m talkin’ to stars
i’m gone off them jiggas, i’m poppin’ them bars
don’t mind my pimpin’, b_tch, don’t sweat me
chopper got a kick, call that sh_t jet li
sauce gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
gon’ get an f if a n_gga try testin’ me
whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
hit the party fifty deep, nothin’ but my shottas
n_gga tried me so you know i had to pop him
so many bullets, it confused the doctor
whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
f_ck a headshot, i’ma shoot him in the back
three_point_five rolled up in the cack’
we don’t smoke reggie, this sh_t called gas
i’m sticked up like a blind man
i’m super hot like a frying pan
he say that he gon’ take somethin’ from me
ayy, just know, he lyin’, man
i’ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
your b_tch suckin’ d_ck like a kool_aid pickle
two bullets in your chest, that’s a nipple
and if a n_gga run up, i’ma pop him like a pimple
get rich or die tryin’, i’m feelin’ like 50
brand new chopper got double_d titties
n_gga, don’t play me, i don’t get silly
love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah
[interlude]
yeah, love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah, ayy
bet, love all the beef like a southwest philly

[verse 2]
i might just od, percs k!llin’ me slowly
feelin’ like i’m kobe, can’t nan’ n_gga hold me
if he wanna run up on me, shoot him like gin0bili
and i’m with the sh_t, lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby (yeah)
and i’m with the sh_t, lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby, b_tch (yeah)
finna ad_lib, keep all that (like i’m toby, yeah, yeah)
(like a school shooter named toby, yeah)

[verse 3: juice]
hold on
run up on me then you catchin’ a funeral
i scratch it off write it in roman numerals
i f_cked that b_tch in the back and i swear that i never loved her i just want to hit her
i f_cked that b_tch now i’m hitting her sister
run up on me you get spin like a twister
told you before i don’t f_ck with these n_ggas
i got my hand on on my hand on my trigger, uh, yeah
imma go get ’em, she on my d_ck hoppin’, i’m callin’ her tigger
i tell her “go figure”
she suck through the tommy’s, i’m talkin hilfiger
tommy on me, i ain’t talking hilfiger
that b_tch a gun
run up on me, i got heat like the sun
count up to 2 cause i am not the 1, uh
better locked up, akon
all my other n_ggas they gone
r.i.p to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
that’s just how it is
i’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that sh_t
i hit yo b_tch just like a l!ck
i’m with the sh_ts, i pass the ‘roc
ain’t no assist, b_tch on my c_ck
run up on me then you get shot
i feel like bishop, i got the juice, back when the cut, callin’ it pac, yuh
i’m in the cut with the nina
i’m wettin’ it up like this sh_t aquafina
you run up on me then i’m servin’ em’ bullets like tennis b_lls
n_gga ain’t talkin’ serena
all of my n_ggas get money for real
i do money for shows, i cash out on arenas
i take yo b_tch, f_ck her
send to the cleaners
run up on me then i’m k!llin’
i swear that my hand on my nina
don’t want no smoke
all of these n_ggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes
run up on me like a like a, whoo, facebook post, lil n_gga, you poked, uh
i’m a rich n_gga you broke, uh
[chorus: choppa]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
i’m with the sh_t like i’m dennis
i started this sh_t, i’ma finish
n_ggas be hatin’, tryna blemish my image
who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
extended clip long as a rope
we wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
i knew that boy was a ho
pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’
what is your set, n_gga? what is you claimin’?
i am a beast, you cannot tame it
don’t point a finger, this sh_t can get dangerous
these n_ggas hatin’, these n_ggas plottin’
ooh, he got money, i’m runnin’ his wallet
you say you a k!ller, lil’ n_gga, stop it
in a shootout, your gun was droppin’
you really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
my n_ggas, they scammin’, they swipin’ them cards

- tbe choppa

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