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extendos n benzos - d.b chapo lyrics

[intro]
please get off, please get off
please get off, please get off
please get off, please get off
please get off, please get off

[chorus]
i’ma keep it cool, i’ma tell this hoe, “get off of me”
ridin’ with my tool, bet i got that big ar with me
extendos and benzos up inside my arteries
aks and chopsticks up inside my armory

[verse 1]
ayy, chop, squeeze, chop cheese, [?] this party scene
hop out that big body, pull that rocket out my [?] jeans
light machine gun on the top like it’s a army jeep
runnin’ through the field, stuck in the mud like saquon barkley’s cleats
pj touchin’ down, i’m ’bout to hop in that humvee
bad b*tch, ass fat, she kinda lookin’ like chun li
call me rod, the way i’m in the bed, i’m too humpy
i can’t find the perc or my flow, i’m way too clumsy
step, walk down in the function, think i see like four of ’em
all these bad b*tches, get to know ’em, they so dumb
oh, you wanna cop a lil’ pound, then b*tch, go grow some
why the f*ck you walk around so happy with no motion?
[chorus]
i’ma keep it cool, i’ma tell this hoe, “get off of me”
ridin’ with my tool, bet i got that big ar with me
extendos and benzos up inside my arteries
aks and chopsticks up inside my armory

[verse 2]
i said bad b*tch, yeah, bad b*tch, ass fat
bad b*tch, like to make that big ol’ ass clap
.223’s will knock him loose and turn his block to baghdad
get away from oppositions, i’ma throw a crash pad
flyin’ through the air, a whippet in, my body’s rare
glocky shavin’ sh*t, i’m takin’ off his body hair
knock off both his kneecaps, now the f*ckboy need a potty chair
hotbox in the whip, now i can’t see through all this foggy air
i’ma, i’ma keep it cool, i’ma keep it clean
my body so f*cked up tryna shake away this bean
swervin’ in the road, i can’t even see what’s on the street
but the backseat of the trackhawk came with ten*foot tv screens
tinted limo windows, they can’t see we boxin’ up
i’ma roll an ounce inside the dook, i brought a box of runts
smokin’ on exotic, let the zip go in and box a lung
i’m [?] off of both them b*tches, now i can’t even [?]

- d b chapo lyrics

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