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letra de bday - chopz (mi)

[intro: chopz]
b-tch (nito, what up, my n-gga?)
b-tch
b-tch (nito)

[verse: chopz & babyfxce e]
it’s my b-day and i’m tryna catch a b
they try to fl!ck us with the switch, we gon’ flee
talkin’ out his mouth, 40 hit him in his t–th
walk him down, now i gotta get the blood up out my jeans
he think it’s blood, but we sippin’ on some lean
he think he cut, alright, n-gga, we gon’ see
he braggin’ ’bout that one pint, lil’ n-gga, we got three
you the type to cop a deuce
that’s some sh-t i don’t even pour up in my juice
i don’t want the chop if it can’t fit inside my goose
n-gga, this a chally, you can’t fit inside the coupe
i’m tryna see if this next body can fit inside a suit
only thing that we slide in is 392
wanna be a block boy, i gotta teach you how to shoot
e, i’ma teach ’em how to catch a b
call a b-tch pat bev how she love the d
ayy, i call my glock pac-man thе way it love to eat (nito)
thought my n-gga was an all-star the way hе love the east
step on him with the chop, i ain’t have to use my feet
it’s a drum up on the glock, b-tch, i ain’t gotta rap on beat
b-tch p-ssy wet like a whole fiji
she ain’t talkin’ ’bout f-ckin’ me, then the ho leavin’
and you only got one amiri shirt, i got the whole season
make ’em put the money in the bag like i’m an old deacon
they tryna turn on netflix, b-tch, you hoes leavin’
she told her friends how i f-ck her, now these hoes fiendin’
b-tch got her hair fixed, i still broke her down
name the chop nick cannon, b-tch, i’m wildin’ out
that n-gga think he slatt, then i’ma slime him out
y’all heard pullin’ up, lil’ n-gga, send the route
y’all braggin’ ’bout some sh-t that we already been about
drive the strikers back to flint, that’s an extra thousand (nito)
f-ck your lil’ b-tch, i don’t care how you feel about her
b-tch thought she can fix me, but i’m still a problem
bro ate a fake pill, he a goblin
huh, i got grown money, i can hit your mama
these some four-five bullets, these won’t miss your noggin
my label playin’ catch-up because i keep on droppin’
same gun in my pants, it’s a drac’ (yop)
they think i’m bougie ’cause i told some b-tches that i’m straight (f-ck on)
pop his ass, put some weight on him, then push him in the lake
i ain’t beefin’ with no n-gga if he ain’t made nothin’ shake
chase him with the drac’
i got a b-tch, but i can make your ass my bae
i went ot, now i got cases out of state
cruisin’ in a stoley ‘cat, we don’t care about no chase
bro wear his mask so much, i don’t think he got no face
huh, that n-gga slenderman
punchin’ d-ck down this b-tch with my middle hand (nito)
you say you a hothead, well, i got a fan
n-ggas really not opps, they really just some fans
43 like a white b-tch, came with a tan
i’m tryna break a n-gga down, shoot him in his shins
wintertime, goose on, i do it in my timbs
then a faceshot, we ain’t doin’ no attempts

- chopz mi

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