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i shoot shotguns off ecstasy pills - bleood lyrics

[intro]
holy sh—

[chorus]
—chopper make you—
—chopper make you—
—chopper make you—
h*h*hide da dope in my sock (bee)
this chopper make you milly rock (woo, woo, woo)
h*h*hide da dope in my sock (bee)
this chopper make you milly rock (woo, woo, woo)
d*diamonds up on the clock
so many dead men in my pocket
lilo, blue stitches in my wallet
shooter in dior when he popped him
call me dr. pimple popper, way we popping
i don’t know yo’ momma but you is my offspring

[verse 1]
call me dr. pimple popper, way we popping
i don’t know yo’ momma but you is my offspring
he was like, “omg” when we caught ’em
she was like, “omg” when i walked in
he was like, “omg” when we caught ’em
she was like, “omg” when i walked in
i’m getting bag*bag*bags, they costin’
51 racks for the feat, we shopping
we getting cash*cash*cash, that’s often
you had cash but, lil’ n*gga, you lost it
vincent van gouh, we fin’ crop ’em
bling*bling boy, i came with commas
she know her man a fan, she want it
extraterrestrial, came out a comet
i need honeybuns, i want ’em
i need honeybuns, i want ’em
[chorus]
h*h*hide da dope in my sock (bee)
this chopper make you milly rock (woo, woo, woo)
h*h*hide da dope in my sock (bee)
this chopper make you milly rock (woo, woo, woo)
h*h*hide da dope in my sock (bee)
this chopper make you milly rock (woo, woo, woo)
h*h*hide da dope in my sock (bee)
this chopper make you milly rock (woo, woo, woo)
h*h*hide da dope in my sock (bee)
this chopper make you milly rock (woo, woo, woo)
diamonds up on the clock
so many dead men in my pocket
lilo, blue stitches in my wallet
shooter in dior when he popped him
call me dr. pimple popper, way we popping
i don’t know yo’ momma but you is my offspring

[verse 2]
all black in the night like a crow
tag yo’ toe, i got yo’ nose
and my chopper h0m*
it got titties and a d*ck on it
why they think i sold my soul?
lightning mcqueen, b*tch (go, go, go)
i’m so slimy, wipe yo’ nose
pay me 2k for that show
honey bun wedding cake all we get is rolls
b*tch, all i get is dough
b*tch, caught ’em at his show
b*tch, dior, 100 racks they hold, huh
the rick jeans better for the pole, huh*huh
i popped out to rock this show
i popped out to get some more

- bleood lyrics

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