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letra de shitty cheese - choose up cheese

[verse 1: choose up cheese]
soon as i wake up, i need a eighth
you broke-ass n-ggas never seen a wraith
my weed trap spot do a g a day
got in a high speed chase, threw a p away
my ex b-tch down for a visa case
my new b-tch bad like lisaraye
got a big load in, it’s a piece of cake
before i spend, i’m looking for a cheaper rate
this new sh-t drop two fiends already
took it to the kitchen, hit it with the macarena
then i toss it to my cousin like a hot potato
i’ma get it out the mud like a crop, potato
turn around to the k, i got eightys on
i’m in the bay with stan and babytron
four cookie piece going for the eighty five
you don’t wanna collide with them shady guys

[verse 2: babytron]
been threw my heart down the gutter
put a bag on yo head and call my bounty hunter
if she see me with the roll then i’m bound to f-ck her
steven adams type sh-t, walk around with thunder
i’m the jugg president, just got elected in
just shock the clerk with this electric bin
devil knocking on the door, i can’t let him in
feel like wu-tang clan with this method, man
aware of my surroundings like i’m c-ckeye
.30 clip longer than the drive-through at popeyes
in the cut, clean as h-ll like peroxide
yo b-tch is not a dime, go ahead and drop five
johnny cage, get him finished with the chop
ain’t no middle ground, b-tch, you winning or you not?
i ain’t quickscoping when i’m spinning with the glock
ain’t a post move when i’m spinning down yo block
i ain’t never play it fair, i’ll choke the ref
runtz got me flying up like i’m boba fett
pray for the one times i was close to death
throw that b-tch out the whip if she don’t throw the neck
[verse 3: stanwill]
bazooka work when i jam, the store might explode
ain’t no love in my heart, what i tell the hoes
if a play near then i’m on it, i can smell the pros
plug say it’s risky on the road, he gon’ mail the load
opps broke, probably pick quarters off the ground
i’ll put a hole in his top, he a dolphin now
big suppressor on the strap, didn’t lost the sound
big gas chop, shot the floor and i broke the ground
thinking he bernard hopkins, i done shot his ass
ebron off the lions, dawg, you done dropped the bag
walk in somerset thrusted up, finna pop some tags
thinking he on go with the hands, i done stopped his ass
big-ass .40, call it [?]
bro bought a new chop for the new opps
threw the clippers in and turned a dreadhead to 2pac
something like a free throw, i gave doggy two shots

- choose up cheese

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