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lirik lagu 100 round choppers – guap tarantino

[intro]
choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
b*tch, choppa
choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
atl jacob, atl jacob

[chorus: guap tarantino]
hunnid round choppas, my lil’ n*ggas like shottas
might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars
have a ménage, uh, with your b*tch on my charger
was at the bottom now a n*gga got larger (yeah, yeah)
don’t want no problems with that b*tch, i’ma dodge her (yeah, yeah)
i’m in miami on the coast eatin’ lobster (woo, woo)
i won a grammy just to mean that i’m bossed up (yeah)
can’t wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (slatt, slatt)
yes, i’m a bandit, uh
came from the planet (woo, woo)
f*ck her then vanish (yeah)
racks getting managed
walk in with the stick (yeah), i don’t give a sh*t (yeah)
i just ate my wrist (yeah), vvs, it glisten (yeah)
[verse 1: guap tarantino]
i just paid a rent (rent), choppa came with tint (woo)
i just f*cked your b*tch and gave her back like [?] (woo, woo)
n*gga keep on talkin’, man, that business gon’ get sent, yeah
every beat i’m walkin’, makin’ hits extravagant (yeah)
i got a bad b*tch
turn to a savage (let’s go)
no, i’m not average (what?)
green like a cabbage
i’ma bag b*tch, f*ck on the baddest but no, i don’t kiss (woo)
yeah, i’m a bourne with the glock, i don’t miss
i’m goin’ straight to the top on my [keys?]
went to new york with some ice on my wrist (yeah)
i’m fresh out the boat like i just got some [?]
i gave her one perc’, i said, “girl, we can hang sometime”
got some of ya n*ggas, they ready to [?] line
all of this money, it blowin’ my phone line
i know this sh*t, perfect time
i done made it off of rhymes
you can’t tell me i ain’t—

[chorus: guap tarantino]
hunnid round choppas, my lil’ n*ggas like shottas
might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars
have a ménage, uh, with your b*tch on my charger
was at the bottom now a n*gga got larger (yeah, yeah)
don’t want no problems with that b*tch, i’ma dodge her (yeah, yeah)
i’m in miami on the coast eatin’ lobster (woo, woo)
i won a grammy just to mean that i’m bossed up (yeah)
can’t wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (slatt, slatt)
yes, i’m a bandit, uh
came from the planet (woo, woo)
f*ck her then vanish (yeah)
racks getting managed
walk in with the stick (yeah), i don’t give a sh*t (yeah)
i just ate my wrist (yeah), vvs, it glisten (yeah)
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
huh, pull up
srt, i show you how to steer, yeah
diamonds in her tongue so it’s diamonds in her neck, yeah (let’s go)
diamonds on my belt, but this is not no [?]
diamonds in my s*x, i got diamonds in my [tet?]
i pull up with a rich b*tch, diamonds in her dress (yeah)
diamonds got no flaws, diamonds stay on vvs, yeah
forgiato wheels, i don’t want no bbs
i got too much pull out by backwoods, i cvs, yeah (uh)
all brown, tom brown suit like ups, yeah
these hoes for the streets, that’s that thl finesse
fin on my back like a shark
it’s a fns, yeah
cleanin’ up the mess, got the birds like a nest, yeah (baow, baow)

- guap tarantino

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