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lirik lagu no copy – red chapo

intro:
i ain’t never try to copy 5x
[verse 1: red chapo]
is that the reason that’s why they don’t like me? i got hands but they won’t try to fight me, she ain’t in my plans to part in me, b-tches can’t get a heart from me. don’t try to figure who started me. ima hear it straight that you wanna be, no i don’t f-ck with no wanna be’s, (brain dead) b-tch we started these, everybody staring like they about to sneezed maybe it’s the gold i don’t like to freeze. i got them holding their breath when they see the car. you would think these people don’t like to breathe, yes she f-cks with me, but she don’t like to leave, yes she holding and rolling and light the weed we get high and we go down like we under sea. big dog rapping under me when i catch you i bet you gone tease the street when you speak on my name you don’t taste the heat, put my gun in your mouth and tell the hater to speak. i can read body language these n-ggas is weak, i can read body language these n-ggas is weak, i get on you and find you no hide and seek, you so far hit you on your head and knock out your t–th. got your b-tch in my dm’s she such a freak, got my d-ck at her attention he such a geek, up the deuce she don’t mention she’s a freak, omd all these tru’s and she f-cks with me. get yo b-tch off my line cause she me keep my gun on my side like its stuck to me. up that b-tch and bang if you f-ck with me i get money f-ck with me, f-ck with me, boy i grew up with some k!llers yeah yeah i love my n-ggas, h-ll yeah ill drop me a n-gga , if he plotting no stopping my n-ggas. see my plan is to get richer and rich, and we drill with them shooters that hit. yea, drill but your shooter and miss you k!lled a kid now the whole city is p-ssed. n-ggas flex on my gang they can relate. if i front you, you can’t be late. you gone die if you take food off my plate. like jl and oj hit him in his face. i’m with lam you know how we play i like sweets on top of cake, booling in the suit -ss in my face i don’t see n-ggas cash in my face. i got a 100 rounds busting out of my choppa f-ck you won’t need no doctor i’m a ray-ray no flocka throwback know i got him kuku gang b-tch who hotta? yo b-tch gone i got her. when i eat that p-ssy she holla before she leaves she drop them dollars . f-ck, let me pop my collar lemon head free it a problem. green come home we wilding, crushing up xanax until its powder, sipping my lean out the bottle, got the whole club up full throttle my pockets got fat like i shot them a n-gga ran up on me and i shot him

got your b-tch in my dm’s she such a freak, got my d-ck at her attention he such a geek, up the deuce she don’t mention she’s a freak, omd all these tru’s and she f-cks with me. get yo b-tch off my line cause she me keep my gun on my side like its stuck to me. up that b-tch and bang if you f-ck with me i get money f-ck with me, f-ck with me, boy i grew up with some k!llers yeah yeah i love my n-ggas, h-ll yeah ill drop me a n-gga , if he plotting no stopping my n-ggas. see my plan is to get richer and rich, and we drill with them shooters that hit. yea, drill but your shooter and miss you k!lled a kid now the whole city is p-ssed. a n-gga ran up on me and i shot him sipping my lane out the bottle. gang gang gang sh-t. f-ck let me pop my collar

- red chapo

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