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lirik lagu chop suey – stanwill & drego

[intro]
(i got exotic pack)

[verse 1: stanwill & drego]
huh, let him say it’s on the floor, leave his carpet red
ar with the telescope attached, b*tch, we target heads
thought he was scorin’ on our block, left him parked instead (left him parked instead)
dog sh*t militia, b*tch, we bite, all that barkin’ dead (boy)
if we up these chopsticks, doggy chop suey (doggy chop suey)
my baby playin’ with that brian, but he not stewie (but he not stewie)
ain’t no squares around militia ‘less we rock louis
probably see a pig fly the day you hear my opps blew mе
she like, “what you sippin’? boy, your pop gooey” (ah)
rеachin’ for my ice, i’m finna fox 2 him (baow, baow, baow)
pulled up with a cannon, we ain’t shot movies (we ain’t shot movies)
we could build a house around this b*tch, my babies got toolies
pull up with that f*cker, bada*boom, bada*baow (bada*baow)
quick to blow that whistle, we catch dude out of bounds (catch dude out of bounds)
ain’t no pedigree, but unc’ had food on the ‘hound
i’m ridin’ foreign through the trenches, finna zoom through the mound (man)

[verse 2: drego]
he heard his mans got hit, d*mn near threw in the towel (d*mn near threw in the towel)
i should work for u*haul the way i’m movin’ it out (way i’m movin’ it out)
make a wrong move and we shootin’ it out (and we shootin’ it out)
if we talkin’ pill flips, then i’m movin’ the thous
got the scope on the uh, let me look through the peephole (look through the peephole)
it’s my way or the highway, man, i feel like carlito (i feel like carlito)
in miami with the dolphins like i’m dan marino (like i’m dan marino)
in ‘017, was sellin’ brown like i’m nino (boy)
that was ‘fore the fetty hit (uh), now i got fetty bricks
she ask me how i like my head, messy, b*tch
don’t call me on no petty sh*t, i’m too busy takin’ risks (yeah)
you see him around me, he probably sell some sh*t (he probably sell some sh*t)
call me bob the builder, i’ll nail a b*tch (i’ll nail a, mwah)
i don’t give a f*ck, i’ll mail a brick (i’ll mail a brick)
ayy, i don’t give a f*ck, i’ll do a hit (i’ll do a hit)
sh*t, if that bankroll right, i’ll pull up to his crib
[verse 3: stanwill & drego]
hammer on me, drillin’ hoes, where my hardhat? (boy, mwah)
your ho on me for my cheese, i don’t harbor rats (i don’t harbor rats)
b*tch, i h**rd racks
aimin’ green beams at the red light, we catch him out and get his car fapped (baow, baow, baow)

[verse 4: drego]
the head was good, now, baby, arch your back (baby, arch your back)
godd*mn, she work the wood like a lumberjack (like a lumberjack)
the girl luka dončić way his jumper wet (boy, way his jumper wet)
can’t put it in a safe, it ain’t a hundred racks (ain’t a hundred racks)

[verse 5: stanwill]
leavin’ outta hutchy with my datejust bust (uh)
keep a couple bl!ckies on me, if you play, one bust (b*tch)
nah, for real, link cuban, but my b*tch puerto rican (my b*tch puerto rican)
what the f*ck i look like fightin’? they make bl!cks for a reason (they make bl!cks for a reason)

[verse 6: drego]
what the f*ck i look like beefin’? n*ggas sing like aretha (n*ggas sing like aretha)
ridin’ ’round, makin’ plays, gettin’ head from an eater (gettin’ head from an eater)
don’t ask me why i’m in your town, i’m here for a reason (i’m here for a reason)
i move the bag fast, i’ll be gone by the weekend (i’ll be gone by the weekend)

- stanwill drego

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