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letra de chopstix ii - taleban dooda

[chorus: taleban dooda]
this a 4 neck (4 neck)
g lot top notch sh-t (fa fa)
this a russian chop stick (yeah)
7.62s beat box sh-t uh (grra rra)
this a glock 19 with a 30 d-ck (30)
these bullets explode when it (boom)
mac on [?] i’m just rolling the kid
i don’t like being sober and sh-t
nah, nah, we just made his block hot
.40 make him hop scotch
b-tch, i hang with drop outs
all he heard was, “fa-fa”
we done rocked the opps out
like why them n-ggas b-tches?
like why they don’t ever pop out?

[verse 1: taleban dooda]
he better watch how he move
7.62s knock him out of his shoes, uh
they know we breaking the rules
we thе ones putting the bass in the boom
72 b-tch, samе guns off doom
glock .45, this b-tch shaking the room
if he talk tough then he making the news
with some handy ass n-ggas we keep us a tool
1, 2, he dissing my brother i’m coming to you
if they drop the addy, we follow ’em through
tryna turn his lil’ brother to a vegetable too
lay down, them b-tches better not move
b-tch, i ain’t playing, i am not in the mood
i ain’t got since i dropped out of school
if anybody move, that’s on bro, i’ma shoot
[chorus: taleban dooda]
this a 4 neck (4 neck)
g lot top notch sh-t (fa fa)
this a russian chop stick (yeah)
7.62s beat box sh-t uh (grra rra)
this a glock 19 with a 30 d-ck (30)
these bullets explode when it (boom)
mac on [?] i’m just rolling the kid
i don’t like being sober and sh-t
nah, nah, we just made his block hot
.40 make him hop scotch
b-tch, i hang with drop outs
all he heard was, “fa-fa”
we done rocked the opps out
like why them n-ggas b-tches?
like why they don’t ever pop out?

[verse 2: tory lanez]
we talkin’ energy
i got them hoes that be gone off the hennessy
i got them b-tches that’s goin’ off to tennessee
when i come out that b-tch spittin’, that yoppa, that choppa go grrt, you’d think that it’s ten of me
i got the flow and i’m rollin’ my b-tch and she goin’ she know it i got it for 4
i got your b-tch and i’m goin’, i’m motor boating on the titties, she rowin’ for sure
this ain’t monopoly, i pass the go and i’m buying the property
ain’t a f-ck n-gga as hot as me
i got them b-tches on go when they gotta be
i got them digits, you know that i’m speaking that money, don’t talk that broke-nology
we got the mobb and we deep, it’s like prodigy
you know we got a guy had the .380 with me like it ought to be
[chorus: taleban dooda]
this a 4 neck (4 neck)
g lot top notch sh-t (fa fa)
this a russian chop stick (yeah)
7.62s beat box sh-t uh (grra rra)
this a glock 19 with a 30 d-ck (30)
these bullets explode when it (boom)
mac on [?] i’m just rolling the kid
i don’t like being sober and sh-t
nah, nah, we just made his block hot
.40 make him hop scotch
b-tch, i hang with drop outs
all he heard was, “fa-fa”
we done rocked the opps out
like why them n-ggas b-tches?
like why they don’t ever pop out?

- taleban dooda

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