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lirik lagu choppa dance – slimmy b

[intro]
n*gga
f*ck the other sh*t we got marlo on the beat
lay that n*gga down when i’m sliding wit’ that choppa

[chorus: slimmy b]
n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga
tryna lay a n*gga down when i’m sliding wit’ that choppa
.223’s flying at your dome you can’t dodge ’em
raised by the streets and they made me a monster
got these n*ggas scared to pop out ’cause i’m a problem
hit ’em with that ‘k make ’em gig like sada
young rich n*gga, do the gucci with the prada
throw bands on your head, h*lla bands in my pocket
n*ggas talking bands, yeah b*tch i got a lotta

[verse 1: slimmy b]
ain’t dreaming ’bout this sh*t, b*tch i rap what i’m living
hopping out that benz with h*lla b*tches like i’m pimping
tryna change my ways ’cause i know that i been sinning
but if i catch a sucka n*gga out then i’m tripping
n*ggas say it’s up then it’s stuck, we ain’t tripping
n*ggas say it’s up, up therе we gon’ send ’em
sucka whitе flag, if it’s up then you winning
catch a n*gga trickin’ on that b*tch we gon’ blitz ’em
doing all that dissing, guess he don’t like living
running ’round broke, guess he don’t like chicken
my young n*gga get that work out, no fitness
fn whip that thang, gone and let it rip ’em
you the type to pay a broke b*tch to come kick it
i’m the type to pay a broke b*tch no attention
if you ain’t talking bands i don’t even want to listen
if you ain’t sucking d*ck i don’t even want to hit it
[chorus: slimmy b]
tryna lay a n*gga down when i’m sliding wit’ that choppa
.223’s flying at your dome you can’t dodge ’em
raised by the streets and they made me a monster
got these n*ggas scared to pop out ’cause i’m a problem
hit ’em with that ‘k make ’em gig like sada
young rich n*gga, do the gucci with the prada
throw bands on your head, h*lla bands in my pocket
n*ggas talking bands, yeah b*tch i got a lotta

[verse 2: azchike]
d*ck her down, blow her back, fix her posture
you better have the strap, i pay shooters, not boxers
plus the baby glock, it get tote like a toddler
my shooter love the business smoke a n*gga with some honor on
too cold b*tch the heat on a stick
out of line but you broke, b*tch you gotta make sense
good drip, i’m too good with this rinse
n*ggas h*lla weak, you too good on that b*tch
she a freak you shoulda seen when she stood on the d*ck
can’t no ho finesse me, i just joog on a b*tch
i’m yelling out, “timber” but this wood on a b*tch
one wish, i wish you would in this b*tch
f*ck a hater, b*tch i love that you hating
i ain’t gon’ cap, i’m getting money like a mason
i’ma keep it on the low, man that p*ssy underrated ugh
f*ck a pig, we ain’t scared of no bacon
[chorus: slimmy b]
tryna lay a n*gga down when i’m sliding wit’ that choppa
.223’s flying at your dome you can’t dodge ’em
raised by the streets and they made me a monster
got these n*ggas scared to pop out ’cause i’m a problem
hit ’em with that ‘k make ’em gig like sada
young rich n*gga, do the gucci with the prada
throw bands on your head, h*lla bands in my pocket
n*ggas talking bands, yeah b*tch i got a lotta

- slimmy b

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