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letra de chop suuii - pistola

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loud
yeah
‘stola
-who made the beat tsunamii-

[chorus]
my swag it drips, pistol on my hip
blunt in my lips, cup in my hand
pimp in my stance, your b-tch in a trance
n-gga i don’t play, i do this every day
n-ggas actin’ fooey, all ya’ll n-ggas groupies
leaving comments on my songs saying n-gga sue me
all i sip is gooey, make your main b-tch say ooey
break that weed down like chop suuii n-gga do we

[verse 1]
sh-t, like suuii, yeah
break the weed down n-gga like chop suuii
i wish a n-gga would try to push me
big guns aimin’ at his noggin
f-ck around with me pistols poppin’
i gotta swag out you know i’m poppin’
pistola b-tch, i done told a b-tch
hit my line if you want some older d-ck
n-ggas know i do me for realla
i remember poppin’ pillas
i was leanin’ like a b-tch n-gga i’m k!lla’
swag like a bee n-gga i’ll sting ya
b-tches hit my phone yeah it’s ringing
got 10 cell phones n-gga they all ringing (swag)
? n-gga there try to be me (d-mn)
n-gga he gon’ be looking like stevie

[chorus]
my swag it drips, pistol on my hip
blunt in my lips, cup in my hand
pimp in my stance, your b-tch in a trance
n-gga i don’t play, i do this every day
n-ggas actin’ fooey, all ya’ll n-ggas groupies
leaving comments on my songs saying n-gga sue me
all i sip is gooey, make your main b-tch say ooey
break that weed down like chop suuii n-gga do we

[verse 2]
if you ever catch me leaning to the side
red eyes, in my ride
with the music up high, bad b-tch up on my side
might be gripping on her -ss
or gripping on her thighs
mainly i don’t even try ’cause i’m full of that sh-t
smokin’ weed, b-tch i’m h-lla’ lit
got the juice, b-tch i’m sauced
and i’m tryna’ f-ck a b-tch
where the weed? where the pills?
b-tch we tryna’ get lit
call your friend, got my ?, n-gga we can get it in
from the ?, i ain’t from the ?, but my n-ggas hittin’ ?
n-gga if you get wrong best believe you get changed hoe
sh-t, he look strange, get the choppa blow his brains
blood stains on the pavement, man he shoulda’ had my change
p-ssy! and n-gga we be swagging
hittin’ l!cks sippin’ lean b-tch i’m braggin’
n-gga and these levi’s is saggin’
and you know n-gga i’m ?

[chorus]
my swag it drips, pistol on my hip
blunt in my lips, cup in my hand
pimp in my stance, your b-tch in a trance
n-gga i don’t play, i do this every day
n-ggas actin’ fooey, all ya’ll n-ggas groupies
leaving comments on my songs saying n-gga sue me
all i sip is gooey, make your main b-tch say ooey
break that weed down like chop suuii n-gga do we

[outro]
ah n-gga ah
-who made the beat tsunamii-

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