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letra de safe - chopz (mi)

[intro]
b-tch
b-tch, b-tch

[hook]
i like shootin’ my gun, i ain’t just no pistol holder
i don’t need no p just to catch a b, i do that sh-t sober
don’t stop shootin’ that b-tch until you hear it cl!ck or see him slumped over
i’m an overthinker, i don’t think he dead, so i’ma stand over

[verse]
b-tch pretty, her ass fat, tell her bend over
if i told you how much money i spent on gun, it’ll f-ck your head up
don’t try to slide down the—, mm, you gon’ get f-cked up
don’t let that baby face fool you, bro will still f-ck you up
too many n-ggas wanna slide at once, ma, let’s use the truck
you ain’t the only brick plug, i know a girl that had a stash too
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout that, i’m talkin’ ’bout ones that stack houses dude
we’ll burn some sh-t quick, we’ll turn this sh-t to cajun food
we’ll burn some sh-t quick, we’ll turn—, alright
bullet hit his hеad, turned his sh-t mushy like baby food
all that sayin’ you can f-ck with me, b-tch, man, you need to stop
i likе sippin’, the gang like sippin’, so i need thirty pops
don’t slide, it’s gon’ sound like an audience out here with thirty glocks
dude sound like a walking bomb, i heard his wrist tick-tock
yeah, i tote the forty-three, but lil b-tch, i got bigger options
put the bl!ck to his face like, “p-ssy n-gga, who you robbin’?”
n-gga, who you robbin’, what the f-ck you tryna take
ain’t no safety on this glock, but p-ssy n-gga, play it safe
ridin’ round with three guns, i know i’m a-ok
chop k!ll that n-gga on the scene, now he kia
we be chillin’ off the scene, but turn to bta
ain’t talkin’ ’bout gta, if it’s smoke, then we slide today
i don’t want no liq’, i want tris, let’s get high today
the glock like a red bull, give you wings and make you fly away
you better play it safe
i could flex on the ‘gram, but i’m a real n-gga, i rather pop it in your face
.308 stop a n-gga car like he hit the brakes
srt or better, fast dudes, we don’t believe in brakes
[hook]
i like shootin’ my gun, i ain’t just no pistol holder
i don’t need no p just to catch a b, i do that sh-t sober
don’t stop shootin’ that b-tch until you hear it cl!ck or see him slumped over
i’m an overthinker, i don’t think he dead, so i’ma stand over

[outro]
b-tch, b-tch
chopz

- chopz mi

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