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letra de sad song - stunna 4 vegas & spinabenz

[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
let my chopper sing a sad song (noisy on the beat)
bah, bah
mm, mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
mm-mm-mm-mm-mm (get your b-tch ass down)
i let my chopper sing a—
uh, uh, i let my chopper sing a sad song (song)
uh-huh (fah, fah)
uh, uh
i let my chopper sing a sad song, uh, uh
i let my chopper, uh-huh
i let my chopper sing a sad song (my chopper sing)
turn a happy home into a sad home (chopper sing a sad song)
i let my chopper sing a sad song (fah)
uh-huh, i let my chopper, uh-huh (fft, grrt, grah)
uh, uh, uh
[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas]
i let my chopper sing, i won’t leave the crib without it (uh-uh)
i know she got my back if i get into battery (on some sh-t, come on)
now f-ck that, i ain’t finna battery (n-gga, f-ck that)
i might let my chopper spit, b-tch, we might get to wildin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
i don’t woof on that ‘net, n-gga, we promote the violence (we promote the violence)
i drop a check, get him wet, when it’s done, come get the bounty (come on)
n-gga, don’t be reachin’ for my neck, i’ll shoot your head off ’bout these diamonds (boom, boom, get down)
i drop back a perc’, be higher than the pilot (uh-uh)
rock his ass to sleep, we slime him out, i’m so [?]
i let my chopper sing a sad song, we pull up right beside him (where he at? get down)
i keep my chopper like my back bone, i love her like my mama (on god)
she was there when i ain’t have nothin’, so i keep her right beside me (duh, blatt, blatt)
i let my chopper sing a lullaby (yeah)
we was chillin’ at the ‘yo, that was our alibi (that was our alibi, still a clue)
cross a n-gga quick just like i’m ali now (cross a n-gga quick, grah, grah)
press a b-tton on the switch, then swing it side to side (press a b-tton on that switch, fft, go)
uh-huh, i love my chopper like my main ho (just like my main b-tch, chopper like my main b-tch)
i don’t need no security, sh-t, who i came with? (come on)
uh, i finger f-ck the trigger, leave his brains split
i let my chopper sing and when she sing i tell her, “sing, b-tch” (boom, boom, boom)

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas & spinabenz]
i let my chopper sing a sad song (duh, my chopper sing, go)
uh, uh, uh, uh (let my chopper sing)
i let my chopper sing a sad song (i love how my chopper sing, graow, bah)
uh, uh, uh, uh (uh-huh, i love how my chopper sing, brrt)
turn a happy home into a sad home (ah, uh-huh, duh)
chopper sing a sad song (fft, my chopper sing)
happy home into a, uh-huh (spin, spin, uh-huh, my chop sung)
[verse 2: spinabenz]
i grab my chopper, sw-ng and beat blocks (beat blocks)
shootin’ out the whip and now chopper singin’ beatbox (grah)
i don’t tolerate ’em when i type, i delete opps (delete opps)
been watchin’ these n-ggas stop for thrity minutes, here go three shh
he prolly thinkin’ he gon’ come out, then catch a forty, b-tch
he not [?], b-tch, hit part, i don’t, i don’t smoke that ho-ass sh-t you smoke, get that weed out
watch how my chop sing like a lullaby, b-tches sleep, uh (uh, it’s hot)
they said, b-tch, i’m shootin’ so loud the neighbors heard this sh-t from here
love to freestyle, i know them n-ggas in the grave, they mad, we livin’, they dead and we not (and we not)
tell my lil’ n-gga in prison to stay out, i’ma send it through green dot
one-one opp, two-two opps, three-three opps, i remember that’s so much strike ’cause we ride
only woke up to go see opps

[chorus: stunna 4 vegas & spinabenz]
i let my chopper sing a sad song (sad song, ayy, let my chopper sing)
uh, uh, uh, uh (go, go, go, woah, go, go, my chopper sing)
i let my chopper sing a sad song (what? i love how my chopper sing)
uh, uh, uh, uh (grah, i love how my chopper sing)
i let my chopper sing a sad song (sad song, i love how my chopper, go)
turn a happy home into a sad home (go, go, sad home)
i let my chopper sing a sad song (ayy, let my chopper sing, ayy)
happy home into a, uh-huh, my chop sung (go, dead n-gga, uh-huh, my chop sung)

[outro: spinabenz]
i grab my chopper, sw-ng and beat blocks (beat blocks)
shootin’ out the whip and now chopper singin’ beatbox (beatbox)
i don’t tolerate ’em when i type, i delete opps (delete opps)
watchin’ this n-gga crib for thrity minutes, here go three bucks
wait ’til he come out, then catch a forty, boom, hit ’bout (bl!ck)

- stunna 4 vegas spinabenz

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