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letra de choppa - byron messia & lil baby

[intro: byron messia]
yeah
da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da, uh
da-da-da-da-da
da-da-da-da-da (bombaclaat)
(ayy, rvssian) yeah, uh

[verse 1: byron messia]
custom grip ‘pon di brand new stick (buss)
when mi k!ll a bwoy, mi nuh chat ’bout it (trust)
di ‘k wid di muzzle, got it wrapped ’round it (yeah)
di thing sing sweet, mi nah fi auto tune it (ah)
one strap, two strap, three strap, four
four n-ggas strapped inna honda accord (woah)
windows down, we a wave four-four (woah)
bwoy turn usain bolt

[chorus: byron messia]
choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)

[post-chorus: byron messia]
p-ssy boy say him want beef and clout
put him ‘pon di news-ews
carbon sound, boy, lost and found
when di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh
[verse 2: byron messia]
body drop like netflix series
chopper sing sweet like it have diabetes
make yuh mama bawl please ‘pon she knees-ees
glock .22 tuck in a amiri’s
believe me, yow, saint kitts
we nuh give a f-ck so we can’t catch diseases
from a mini teen, yow, papa, where we been?
a play with gun them been a play with hot peas

[verse 3: lil baby]
i can sell water to a whale, i’m a hustler
government officials still trippin’ at customs
held me up for ten hours on the plane, we was stuck there
lately, i been drinking my problems, where the cups at?
they ain’t rockin’ with us, they against us and it’s f-ck them
whoever i say can’t come, can’t come here
go at anybody, anywhere, on any given sunday
crazy, i’ma celebrity, i used to be a convict
i gotta get revenge, i can’t have it on my conscience
go slide, go slide, yeah, gunfire, gunfire
we got all these bl!cks on us, we ain’t on no dumb sh-t
but we ready for one opp, two opp, three opp, four
we bring smoke to a p-ssy front door (oh)
i was playin’ cool, but i never let it go
brodie in the jungle, go to sleep with the swirls, crazy
[verse 4: byron messia]
and me dawg bust the case and we laugh
ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
dada, dada
one strap, two strap, three strap, four
k!lla dem knock pon your door (door)
it’s a robbery, get pon di’ floor (get pon di’ floor)
yow, real dawgs

[chorus: byron messia]
make the choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)
choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do (do-do-do-do)

[post-chorus: byron messia]
p-ssy boy say him want beef and clout
put him ‘pon di news-ews
carbon sound, boy, lost and found
when di choppa go do-do, do-do, do-do, uh

[outro: byron messia & lil baby]
ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
dada, dada
dada, dada
don’t cry, don’t cry
go slide, go slide
gunfire, gunfire
ha-ha, ha-ha

- byron messia lil baby

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