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lirik lagu detroit flow – spinabenz & whoppa wit da choppa

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[intro: spinabenz]
nine is on the sign (alright)
until the nine is on the sign (f*ck it, turn it up, cashyy)
you know? hmm
i can’t take n*ggas serious like these hoes
these n*ggas all g*y, we all straight
we all paid, ayy

[verse 1: spinabenz]
i could tell you goin’ broke, n*gga
everybody laughin’ at you, you a joke, n*gga
i get paid to rap, i get a— for a show
my lil’ n*gga still f*ckin’ with them ‘bows on the low, n*gga
i guess your loan money runnin’ out
n*gga, i get paid just to talk, so i don’t see a drought
better watch what you say when you talk, can get shot in the mouth
n*gga, i rock chains like a slave, but i work for i (grrah, bah, brrah)
okay, saks fifth shoppin’
eight fifty on the off*white, hot top, okay
what i spent on weed today, i should’ve bought a glock
tryna say f*ck you in a better way, kick rocks
b*tch, stop, tick tock (ayy, okay)
chopper time, tornado kid to the rescue
twenty bands for one, you get fifty if you catch two
i just bought some sh*t so big, could shoot straight through a vestibule
had to ball with that chopper, shot him in his t*st*cl*s (sh*t, sh*t)
somebody get a toilet
i would say drop a bag, but you probably can’t afford it
broke n*gga tryna lease, don’t got a grind, i can’t support it
your girl probably the man of the house, norbit
ooh, she let me put it in her mouth, orbit
youngin gettin’ blues in a drought, corbin
shorty, you the one, let’s go to washington, georgia
chain got these motherf*ckers drownin’, water
[verse 2: whoppa wit da choppa]
steppin’ on these n*ggas in some kicks that they ain’t heard of
he bustin’ off a bean, my dog on lean, he like a turtle
ayy, i bang the b’s for bink and got two guns ’cause i murder (bink gang)
wish a n*gga play with me, b*tch, on my son, i’ma hurt him (rrrt)
i don’t trick, b*tch, but i might buy a ho somethin’
ain’t payin’ your whole rent, but i might give a b*tch like four hundred
ayy, lil’ b*tch ain’t used to sh*t, she ain’t got no money (broke b*tch)
all that beggin’, ho, you need to start a gofundme
on the floor reckless, ho, we can sign your baby daddy
your friend don’t like me ’cause lil’ gang smoked her baby daddy
why you bring that b*tch ’round anyway? she tryna get the addy
why you bring the b*tch ’round anyway? ain’t tryna let me stab it (lil’ b*tch)
ayy, b*tch, this the f*ck house (ayy, b*tch)
you ain’t gon’ suck it ’til i nut, then lil’ b*tch, get the f*ck out (bye)
what the f*ck you mean your jaws tired?
you said don’t nut in your mouth? well, look here, b*tch, nut in your eyes

[outro: whoppa wit da choppa]
for real man, don’t, don’t come over here with that sh*t (sh*t)
if you, if you wanna talk and all that sh*t, b*tch, i am not tevin campbell (think i’m a therapist, n*gga)
this the f*ckin’ house, we is not playin’ (i’m whoppa wit da choppa)
can we ta—

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