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chop chop - curren$y lyrics

[intro]
i forgot what we were doin’
(let me see the lighter)
yeah
ooh, that b*tch took the lighter back
(good job, cookin soul)

[verse]
chop*chop, spitta in the drop*top
motor hot, you can hear me down the block
the sun out, i make them broke hoes pout
i can’t kick it with ya, no way, no how
she be gettin’ it, yeah, well, it’s worth my time
lace her with some extra game, that increase her shine
she with me, so that increase mine
n*ggas don’t think like that if they small*mind
i think big, been rich for a long time
that’s not by mistakе
it’s risks that i take, but i stay out the way
one foot in, onе foot out the oven half*baked
layers to the cake, players in the wraith
skybox at a nascar race with a cheese plate and some grapes
these n*ggas fake, they don’t know what to do
these n*ggas don’t know what to say until i bust a move
and then they do they sh*t some kinda way (like some kinda way)
but it’s not quite the same (that sh*t don’t be quite the same)
though they think they nailed it, man (they think they nailed it, man)
they really failin’, man (real player sailin’, man)
[chorus]
chop*chop, spitta in the drop*top
motor hot, you can hear me from down the block
the sun out, i make them broke hoes pout
i can’t kick it with ya, no way, no how
(chop*chop, spitta in the drop*top) huh
(motor hot, you can hear me from down the block)
like my dog from h*town comin’ down
smellin’ like a whole
i can’t kick it with ya, no way, no
huh

[outro]
keep the e in it, chevys on
smokin’ weed in it, b*tch, don’t
(b*tch, don’t post me in your pictures)
(if you can keep a secret, we could)
if you could keep a secret, we could always (always kick it)
rule number one, don’t talk about
(rule number one, don’t talk about me ’round your n*gga)
let’s dub it
(yeah, that sh*t there’ll have him suspicious)
(we be hittin’ switches down chef highway dippin’)
(loose lips sink ships and my ship ain’t sinkin’)
woo*hoo
(real b*tches know the difference)
sh*t
yeah
(chop*chop, spitta in the)
man, leave the the air conditioning, we
this, this the airplane, it needs noise (skrrt)
it need somethin’ some more, you know (eastside)
woo, huh, sh*t
oh, guess who just got back today
ooh
ah, the boys back in to— the boys are back
the boys are back in town
man, keep that sh*t, put that sh*t on the album
put that sh*t on
put that sh*t on the album

- curreny lyrics

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