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lirik lagu choppa roundz – joe2raw

d*mn, d*mn
big raw n*gga
yea
(might have to unplug your up out the socket)
(try reach in my pocket hit you this rocket)

i might have to unplug your plug up out the socket
you ain’t goin’ k!ll sh*t p*ssy n*gga please stop it
try reach in my pocket hit you with this rocket (boom)
pull out this glock n*gga hand me your wallet

n*gga we got more sticks than gogo band
shoot a n*gga right in the pineal gland (gland)
put the heat on a n*gga give that boy a tan (tan)
my shooters goin’ shoot on my f*ckin’ command (on my say so)

hollup wait, shh what’s that sound?
n*gga choppa roundz god d*mn
spray a n*gga up like pam
n*ggas don’t want beef so i gotta’ go ham

reggie crank this beat, got me in my jam
make a n*gga disappear alakazam
i do what i want and you do what you can
get off my d*ck and go get you some bands

take a trip to the mall and i’m goin’ ball
these bullets john wall make a n*gga fall (fall)
if a n*gga too tall ima shoot him in his knees
like braces put the medal to his t**th

put a hole in his head turn a n*gga to a dolphin
f*ck up the funeral, shoot up the coffin
sheets and funnel got a young n*gga coughing
put a opp head on a tee n*gga start golfing

n*gga i’m the sh*t you can call me t*rd
i just be high as sh*t flying wit birds (caw)
i just be cooling, i’m cold like a freezer
head bobbing like marley when i’m on the speaker

try’n stack up my green n*gga harris t**ter
so no you can’t take the fee up out the feature (at all)
flow so sic gave a n*gga a fever
stomp a n*gga out i got blood on my sneakers (d*mn)

quarterback wit the pack you can call me tom brady
these n*ggas delicate just like a d*mn daisy (like a flower)
whole family repping blue just like the navy (crip)
go chase a check n*gga stop being lazy

when i was down bad i was selling bags (bags)
not crack rock i was selling gas (d*mn)
only smoke pressure, and exotic (exotic)
sh*t got moving slow early robotics (robotics)

i might have to unplug your plug up out the socket
you ain’t goin’ k!ll sh*t p*ssy n*gga please stop it
try reach in my pocket hit you with this rocket (d*mn)
pull out this glock n*gga hand me your wallet

n*gga we got more sticks than gogo band
shoot a n*gga right in the pineal gland (pineal gland)
put the heat on a n*gga give that boy a tan (tan)
my shooters goin’ shoot on my f*ckin’ command (command)

hollup wait, shh what’s that sound?
n*gga choppa roundz god d*mn
spray a n*gga up like pam
n*ggas don’t want beef so i gotta’ go ham

reggie crank this beat, got me in my jam
make a n*gga disappear alakazam
i do what i want and you do what you can
get off my d*ck and go get you some bands

n*ggas goin’ hate when my name ringin’ bells
me and loc finna let off these sh*lls
i’m spittin’ this heat my saliva from h*ll
me and bruvas like kenan and kel

stackin’ my bread to pay my brother bail
judge gave him numbers like pound on a scale (pound on a scale)
till they free him it’s free him out the jail
i wish i can break that n*gga out the cell (break him out)

yous a p*ssy n*gga i could right through you
you b*tch want me cuz i’m lookin’ like trumoo (chocolate)
i lied b*tch, i don’t got netflix or hulu ( i lied)
b*tch still sucked me up and the head was coo coo

b*tches love my waves they all wanna swim
balling so hard i almost broke the rim (godd*mn)
p*ssy too tight finger her sh*t with a slim jim (godd*mn)
n*ggas sending me death threats, i don’t even know him

whole time n*ggas hate cuz you got more buzz
guns to dirty had to put them in the tub
shawty got a fat ass but she look like a bug
shawty t**th f*cked up so she only mean mug (d*mn)

i’m like whoa n*gga, take you a step back
i’m finna pull this mac outta my backpack
heart hit his ass when he heard that cl!ck*clack
n*gga try’n run he got shot in his big back (ba)

n*gga we got more sticks than gogo band
shoot a n*gga right in the pineal gland
put the heat on a n*gga give that boy a tan
my shooters goin’ shoot on my f*ckin’ command

hollup wait, shh what’s that sound?
n*gga choppa roundz god d*mn
spray a n*gga up like pam
n*ggas don’t want beef so i gotta’ go ham

reggie crank this beat, got me in my jam
make a n*gga disappear alakazam
i do what i want and you do what you can
get off my d*ck and go get you some bands

- joe2raw

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