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letra de choppas n ks - soufside dre

[intro]
yeah, aye, krashhh, krashhh

[chorus]
choppas, choppas, we got ks
pull up on the block, and my young n-gga gonna’ spray, yeah
choppas, choppas, we got ks
pull up on the block, and my young n-gga gonna’ spray, yeah
hop out the bed, and i get it all day, n-ggas be talkin’, they cannot relate
b-tch, i’m havin’ that swag, i don’t give her bouquet, give her chanelly’ on regular day
how the f-ck you my potna’, but n-gga gon’ hate?
he gon’ post on the ‘gram, man, that sh-t super fake
i can show you a cobra, but n-gga, not tate
if you f-ck with my dog, then i turn to a snake
sh-t, smoking that reefa’ with my lizard, n-ggas be chicken, call ’em chicken gizzard
shawty ate up the meat, way before the dinner, feel like dirty dan in my boots and my denim
finna’ hit j-pan, finna’ cop ksubi denim, finna’ scr-p the rims when we slide in a rental
i been popping sh-t ever since i was little, gave that boy the runaround, malcolm in middle
d-mn, gave that boy the hula hoop, another runaround
merry-go-a-round, spinning ’round the town
ballin’ everyday, not runnin’ out of bounds
slide in the whip, and i got a hunnid rounds
exotic, exotic, i get it by the pound
chill at the crib like this sh-t be a f-cking lounge
move like militia, we all out of f-ckin’ town, yeah
[chorus]
choppas, choppas, we got ks
pull up on the block, and my young n-gga gonna’ spray, yeah
choppas, choppas, we got ks
pull up on the block, and my young n-gga gonna’ spray, yeah
hop out the bed, and i get it all day, n-ggas be talkin’, they cannot relate
b-tch, i’m havin’ that swag, i don’t give her bouquet, give her chanelly’ on regular day
how the f-ck you my potna’, but n-gga gon’ hate?
he gon’ post on the ‘gram, man, that sh-t super fake
i can show you a cobra, but n-gga, not tate
if you f-ck with my dog, then i turn to a snake
sh-t, smoking that reefa’ with my lizard, n-ggas be chicken, call ’em chicken gizzard
shawty ate up the meat, way before the dinner, feel like dirty dan in my boots and my denim
finna’ hit j-pan, finna’ cop ksubi denim, finna’ scr-p the rims when we slide in a rental
i been popping sh-t ever since i was little, gave that boy the runaround, malcolm in middle
d-mn, gave that boy the hula hoop, another runaround
merry-go-a-round, spinning ’round the town
ballin’ everyday, not runnin’ out of bounds
slide in the whip, and i got a hunnid rounds
exotic, exotic, i get it by the pound
chill at the crib like this sh-t be a f-cking lounge
move like militia, we all out of f-ckin’ town, yeah

[outro]
uh-huh, move like militia when we all out of town
dumpin’ the carbon with hunnids and hunnids of rounds
move like militia when we all out of town, yeah, yeah
dumpin’ the carbon with hunnids and hunnids of rounds
uh-huh, krashhh, speakers they boomin’, surround sound
f-ck on that b-tch, took to pound town

- soufside dre

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