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letra de ridin wit chops - gmoneydt

[intro]
(that’s jefe, man)
hold on
listen
look
ayy

[chorus]
we was ridin’ with them chops in that dodge truck
alone in these streets ’cause all my k!llers locked up
we hit the party, twin glocks, crazy chopped up
b-tch, you bad but not a trophy so i can’t f-ck

[verse]
you could catch me in this benz goin’ fast as f-ck
i used to be broke askin’ for free rides on the bus
true to flock, i’ve been feelin’ like the old me
i be comin’ home, mama see me with a loafy
she ain’t even know her son the whole trophy
evil thoughts above my shoulder, don’t approach me
n-ggas talkin’ like they know me, thеy don’t know me
that’s your b-tch, after i blamp, she f-ckеd the homie
i was just in orange jumpsuits eatin’ bologna
now i’m in this benz thing goin’ faster than 40
how you want for me to f-ck? you fatter than brodie
i told my judge that i changed but i’m back to the old me
[chorus]
we was ridin’ with them chops in that dodge truck
alone in these streets ’cause all my k!llers locked up
we hit the party, twin glocks, crazy chopped up
b-tch, you bad but not a trophy so i can’t f-ck

[interlude]
hey, hold on, cuz, they right there
they keep lookin’ this way, i don’t know if they lookin’ at us, though
hold on, i just spin the block one more time, we just gon’ jump out
alright, come on

[outro]
we was ridin’ with them chops in that dodge truck
alone in these streets ’cause all my k!llers locked up
once we hit the party, twin glocks, crazy chopped up
b-tch, you bad but not a trophy so i can’t f-ck

- gmoneydt

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