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lirik lagu chopsticks pt. 2 – kid smoovv

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[chorus: omf smoovv]
count, count
count my paper, stack my weight
f*ck that b*tch, leave her way
shawty ride like a bike, i can do this every night
f*ck that n****, pop his sh*t
his ass gettin hit
chopstick, rock sh*t, leave you on that block sh*t

[verse 1: omf smoovv]
sippin fiji, yo b*tch need me
on the block, got the glock
we go cleaning, we go beaming
them n***** really screaming
they was dreaming, now they grieving
took they b*tch now she’s creaming
but my vv’s still gleaming (ay,ay)
(drippin, drippin)
(sippin, sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

[verse 2: omf smoovv]
f*cking yeah, on yo b*tch
she gone ride on the d*ck
she go crazy for the d*ck
i go crazy for the clique
told the b*tch give mе face
then i took the intеrstate
she look good, she look great
she be looking like a dinner plate

i said b*tch, give me top
in the f*cking drop top
suck on the top top
suck on my c*ck

[chorus: omf smoovv]
count, count
count my paper, stack my weight
f*ck that b*tch, leave her way
shawty ride like a bike, i can do this every night
f*ck that n****, pop his sh*t
his ass gettin hit
chopstick, rock sh*t, leave you on that block sh*t

(drippin, drippin)
(sippin, sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

[verse 3: jaaykid]
(finna pour a mothaf*ckin 8th)
pull up, pull up
pull up on the block, gettin paper ion stop (stop)
whachu you know about the gwap? (gwap)
whachu you know about the wap? (wap)
gaucho b*tch up on my d*ck i ain’t trippin cause i’m on
bust a mission out to cali, little baby i been gone (gone)
worry about you suckkas? h*ll nah i cut chu off
i pay i stay up outta jail mothaf*ck a cop (f*ck a cop)
keep a fresh pint, and i’m finna pop a seal (pop a seeall)
i been moving lowkey like a navy seal (navy seeall)
who tf you know that stay solid in the field? (huh)
who tf you know that gon keep it this real? (huh)
really sippin pints and you can’t, cause you broke (broke)
f*ckin wit yo b*tch got my d*ck up in her throat (throat)
she wanna taste my sprite that’s a $100 no (no, no)
drippin drippin sippin sippin you can’t sip up on this boa

[chorus: omf smoovv]
count, count
count my paper, stack my weight
f*ck that b*tch, leave her way
shawty ride like a bike, i can do this every night
f*ck that n****, pop his sh*t
his ass gettin hit
chopstick, rock sh*t, leave you on that block sh*t

(drippin, drippin)
(sippin, sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

(drippin,drippin)
(sippin,sippin)

count my
stack my
f*ck that
leave her
shawty
like a
i can
every
f*ck that
sh*t
chop
rock
leave you
block