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choppa friends - k7thefinesser lyrics

[intro]
(viper)
(ooh, jony)

[chorus: k7thefinesser]
chopper got me doin’ my chopper dance
you don’t really want smoke with the gang, them my chopper friends
i put the percs up, today, i’m ’bout to pop a xan
.223s shootin’ at your face, it knocked off his limbs
chopper got me doin’ my chopper dance
you don’t really want smoke with the gang, them my chopper friends
i put the percs up, today, i’m ’bout to pop a xan
.223s shootin’ at your face, it knocked off his limbs

[verse 1: k7thefinesser]
keep that fn on me, i ain’t ’bout to wrestle
call me a construction worker, i always keep that metal
y’all need to stay in y’all league, we on two different levels
mix a pеrc with the lean just to keep me mеllow
extended clip in the glock, it shootin’ like lamelo
i asked me what your name on it, bro, somebody bring the shovels
’cause i’m digging your grave in my backyard
i don’t want the softies, i want the n*ggas that act hard
i hate a f*ggot b*tch that keep testin’
got my hoes trappin’ out the best western
facetimin’ these hoes ’cause i don’t like textin’
up twenty*two hours, i can’t get rest in
[chorus: k7thefinesser]
chopper got me doin’ my chopper dance
you don’t really want smoke with the gang, them my chopper friends
i put the percs up, today, i’m ’bout to pop a xan
.223s shootin’ at your face, it knocked off his limbs
chopper got me doin’ my chopper dance
you don’t really want smoke with the gang, them my chopper friends
i put the percs up, today, i’m ’bout to pop a xan
.223s shootin’ at your face, it knocked off his limbs

[verse 2: qheph]
don’t run up quick, k7 known to keep extensions
known for breakin’ hoes and keepin’ all these b*tches out of tension
i had to chop the b*tch, tell the b*tch stay out of detention
the b*tch wanted to play with the trap, i had to put her in detention
i got some raws for you to use, b*tch, play at the convention
better grab that ap or rollie, decisions, decision
i’m that fly young n*gga with the raws, b*tch, not to mention
b*tch wanna play with the stove, this is not the kitchen
but if we puttin’ grease in the pot, b*tch, let’s make some chicken
it’s twenty*four hours in a day, b*tch, time is tickin’
i just hit my perky dance, now i got a n*gga itchin’
how n*ggas go to jail and get right out? they must be snitchin’

- k7thefinesser lyrics

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