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letra de choppa dance - slimmy b

[intro]
n-gga
f-ck the other sh-t we got marlo on the beat
lay that n-gga down when i’m sliding wit’ that choppa

[chorus: slimmy b]
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga
tryna lay a n-gga down when i’m sliding wit’ that choppa
.223’s flying at your dome you can’t dodge ’em
raised by the streets and they made me a monster
got these n-ggas scared to pop out ’cause i’m a problem
hit ’em with that ‘k make ’em gig like sada
young rich n-gga, do the gucci with the prada
throw bands on your head, h-lla bands in my pocket
n-ggas talking bands, yeah b-tch i got a lotta

[verse 1: slimmy b]
ain’t dreaming ’bout this sh-t, b-tch i rap what i’m living
hopping out that benz with h-lla b-tches like i’m pimping
tryna change my ways ’cause i know that i been sinning
but if i catch a sucka n-gga out then i’m tripping
n-ggas say it’s up then it’s stuck, we ain’t tripping
n-ggas say it’s up, up therе we gon’ send ’em
sucka whitе flag, if it’s up then you winning
catch a n-gga trickin’ on that b-tch we gon’ blitz ’em
doing all that dissing, guess he don’t like living
running ’round broke, guess he don’t like chicken
my young n-gga get that work out, no fitness
fn whip that thang, gone and let it rip ’em
you the type to pay a broke b-tch to come kick it
i’m the type to pay a broke b-tch no attention
if you ain’t talking bands i don’t even want to listen
if you ain’t sucking d-ck i don’t even want to hit it
[chorus: slimmy b]
tryna lay a n-gga down when i’m sliding wit’ that choppa
.223’s flying at your dome you can’t dodge ’em
raised by the streets and they made me a monster
got these n-ggas scared to pop out ’cause i’m a problem
hit ’em with that ‘k make ’em gig like sada
young rich n-gga, do the gucci with the prada
throw bands on your head, h-lla bands in my pocket
n-ggas talking bands, yeah b-tch i got a lotta

[verse 2: azchike]
d-ck her down, blow her back, fix her posture
you better have the strap, i pay shooters, not boxers
plus the baby glock, it get tote like a toddler
my shooter love the business smoke a n-gga with some honor on
too cold b-tch the heat on a stick
out of line but you broke, b-tch you gotta make sense
good drip, i’m too good with this rinse
n-ggas h-lla weak, you too good on that b-tch
she a freak you shoulda seen when she stood on the d-ck
can’t no ho finesse me, i just joog on a b-tch
i’m yelling out, “timber” but this wood on a b-tch
one wish, i wish you would in this b-tch
f-ck a hater, b-tch i love that you hating
i ain’t gon’ cap, i’m getting money like a mason
i’ma keep it on the low, man that p-ssy underrated ugh
f-ck a pig, we ain’t scared of no bacon
[chorus: slimmy b]
tryna lay a n-gga down when i’m sliding wit’ that choppa
.223’s flying at your dome you can’t dodge ’em
raised by the streets and they made me a monster
got these n-ggas scared to pop out ’cause i’m a problem
hit ’em with that ‘k make ’em gig like sada
young rich n-gga, do the gucci with the prada
throw bands on your head, h-lla bands in my pocket
n-ggas talking bands, yeah b-tch i got a lotta

- slimmy b

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