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fuck chaps - lysto3zzz lyrics

[intro]
yeah n*gga f*ck chaps all that n*gga
ay d block d block
ay
[chorus]
i’m the who shoot first n*gga never last
when you put sum to rest ain’t no need for no double back
i’m in the field like a quarterback
she ain’t gon pay lysto then you know i’m ignoring that
f*ck a chap b*tch i’m from the south we throw 3zzz up
sucka side h*lla watered down so they team up
he threw a 4 i hopped out that load and made him speed up
i checked his background i promise you he ain’t no demon
dead chaps all up in my wood brother roll him up drop the lo
i’m posted at this b*tch don’t think he showing up
smoking crazy by the 8th n*gga got me chocking up
free the felon’s free the maniac’s b*tch free the 51’s
i’m a top dog you n*gga’s knock off’s just f*ck this chap b*tch
i blew hеr socks off
i smoke dead n*gga’s cause i’m a top opp
just walkеd a n*gga down i got the block hot
4k ain’t talking ’bout no camera but i’m shooting sh*t
i’m a thug b*tch i need the bag if you need the d*ck
mad that he ain’t died but it’s good i still fed him 6
mr dsm i see a opp imma send the bl!ck
fat ass trece on my body cause i’m pulling skits
caught a peanut b*tter at the park and made him run again
and if it’s fun come and walk me down n*gga f*ck a diss
n*gga said he dsmk? n*gga lie again
[verse 1]
free my brothers hidden in that cell 23 and 1
100 n*gga’s wanna see me dead so i keep a gun
casino road but i’m on that ave trying to catch me one
brother no pass me the pole and i’m gon get it done
i got b*tches throwing 3zzz she my little sl*t
she sell a bit but for me she gon give it up
this a backdoor grab the pole and make him give it up
want the smoke spin through casino come and test yo luck

[chorus]
dead chaps all up in my wood brother roll him up drop the lo
i’m posted at this b*tch don’t think he showing up
smoking crazy by the 8th n*gga got me chocking up
free the felon’s free the maniac’s b*tch free the 51’s
i’m a top dog you n*gga’s knock off’s just f*ck this chap b*tch
i blew her socks off
i smoke dead n*gga’s cause i’m a top opp
just walked a n*gga down i got the block hot
4k ain’t talking ’bout no camera but i’m shooting sh*t
i’m a thug b*tch i need the bag if you need the d*ck
mad that he ain’t died but it’s good i still fed him 6
mr dsm i see a opp imma send the bl!ck
fat ass trece on my body cause i’m pulling skits
caught a peanut b*tter at the park and made him run again
and if it’s fun come and walk me down n*gga f*ck a diss
n*gga said he dsmk? n*gga lie again
i’m the who shoot first n*gga never last
when you put sum to rest ain’t no need for no double back
i’m in the field like a quarterback
she ain’t gon pay lysto then you know i’m ignoring that
f*ck a chap b*tch i’m from the south we throw 3zzz up
sucka side h*lla watered down so they team up
he threw a 4 i hopped out that load and made him speed up
i checked his background i promise you he ain’t no demon

- lysto3zzz lyrics

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