letra de choppa roundz - joe2raw
d-mn, d-mn
big raw n-gga
yea
(might have to unplug your up out the socket)
(try reach in my pocket hit you this rocket)
i might have to unplug your plug up out the socket
you ain’t goin’ k!ll sh-t p-ssy n-gga please stop it
try reach in my pocket hit you with this rocket (boom)
pull out this glock n-gga hand me your wallet
n-gga we got more sticks than gogo band
shoot a n-gga right in the pineal gland (gland)
put the heat on a n-gga give that boy a tan (tan)
my shooters goin’ shoot on my f-ckin’ command (on my say so)
hollup wait, shh what’s that sound?
n-gga choppa roundz god d-mn
spray a n-gga up like pam
n-ggas don’t want beef so i gotta’ go ham
reggie crank this beat, got me in my jam
make a n-gga disappear alakazam
i do what i want and you do what you can
get off my d-ck and go get you some bands
take a trip to the mall and i’m goin’ ball
these bullets john wall make a n-gga fall (fall)
if a n-gga too tall ima shoot him in his knees
like braces put the medal to his t–th
put a hole in his head turn a n-gga to a dolphin
f-ck up the funeral, shoot up the coffin
sheets and funnel got a young n-gga coughing
put a opp head on a tee n-gga start golfing
n-gga i’m the sh-t you can call me t-rd
i just be high as sh-t flying wit birds (caw)
i just be cooling, i’m cold like a freezer
head bobbing like marley when i’m on the speaker
try’n stack up my green n-gga harris t–ter
so no you can’t take the fee up out the feature (at all)
flow so sic gave a n-gga a fever
stomp a n-gga out i got blood on my sneakers (d-mn)
quarterback wit the pack you can call me tom brady
these n-ggas delicate just like a d-mn daisy (like a flower)
whole family repping blue just like the navy (crip)
go chase a check n-gga stop being lazy
when i was down bad i was selling bags (bags)
not crack rock i was selling gas (d-mn)
only smoke pressure, and exotic (exotic)
sh-t got moving slow early robotics (robotics)
i might have to unplug your plug up out the socket
you ain’t goin’ k!ll sh-t p-ssy n-gga please stop it
try reach in my pocket hit you with this rocket (d-mn)
pull out this glock n-gga hand me your wallet
n-gga we got more sticks than gogo band
shoot a n-gga right in the pineal gland (pineal gland)
put the heat on a n-gga give that boy a tan (tan)
my shooters goin’ shoot on my f-ckin’ command (command)
hollup wait, shh what’s that sound?
n-gga choppa roundz god d-mn
spray a n-gga up like pam
n-ggas don’t want beef so i gotta’ go ham
reggie crank this beat, got me in my jam
make a n-gga disappear alakazam
i do what i want and you do what you can
get off my d-ck and go get you some bands
n-ggas goin’ hate when my name ringin’ bells
me and loc finna let off these sh-lls
i’m spittin’ this heat my saliva from h-ll
me and bruvas like kenan and kel
stackin’ my bread to pay my brother bail
judge gave him numbers like pound on a scale (pound on a scale)
till they free him it’s free him out the jail
i wish i can break that n-gga out the cell (break him out)
yous a p-ssy n-gga i could right through you
you b-tch want me cuz i’m lookin’ like trumoo (chocolate)
i lied b-tch, i don’t got netflix or hulu ( i lied)
b-tch still sucked me up and the head was coo coo
b-tches love my waves they all wanna swim
balling so hard i almost broke the rim (godd-mn)
p-ssy too tight finger her sh-t with a slim jim (godd-mn)
n-ggas sending me death threats, i don’t even know him
whole time n-ggas hate cuz you got more buzz
guns to dirty had to put them in the tub
shawty got a fat ass but she look like a bug
shawty t–th f-cked up so she only mean mug (d-mn)
i’m like whoa n-gga, take you a step back
i’m finna pull this mac outta my backpack
heart hit his ass when he heard that cl!ck-clack
n-gga try’n run he got shot in his big back (ba)
i might have to unplug your plug up out the socket
you ain’t goin’ k!ll sh-t p-ssy n-gga please stop it
try reach in my pocket hit you with this rocket (boom)
pull out this glock n-gga hand me your wallet
n-gga we got more sticks than gogo band
shoot a n-gga right in the pineal gland
put the heat on a n-gga give that boy a tan
my shooters goin’ shoot on my f-ckin’ command
hollup wait, shh what’s that sound?
n-gga choppa roundz god d-mn
spray a n-gga up like pam
n-ggas don’t want beef so i gotta’ go ham
reggie crank this beat, got me in my jam
make a n-gga disappear alakazam
i do what i want and you do what you can
get off my d-ck and go get you some bands
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