letra de da$h - zqnnex
one big choppa, leave a n-gga layin’ flat
two bad b-tches in the back shakin’ ass
three big ‘woods, all my n-ggas love the gas
big whip, big sticks, 200 on the dash
and she bad, no cap
lil’ b-tch throw it back
shawty wanna f-ck for money like she don’t know how to act
n-gga p-ssy, he ain’t ‘bout it, he ain’t pull up with no mac
n-gga run up on the gang, got my clan, we can clash
we can clash, we can smash
ima tap
same flow, same hoes
new guap, more bands
make a stan, make a fan
pull the .40 out my pants
choppa gonna make ’em dance
need a foreign bad b-tch
need a hunnid on my wrist
shawty always wanna trip
but i told her take the p-ss
i been waitin’ for a wish
shawty wanna blow a kiss
and she f-ckin’ with the swish
so i hit her with the bliss
(so i hit her with the-)
we ain’t trippin’ about a thot
we gon‘ make it out the spot
i was grade eight, and i was smokin’ h-lla pot
i was waiting for a l!ck, pistol packed, we gon‘ dot
ima hit him in his top if that boy wanna talk, like
one big choppa, leave a n-gga layin’ flat
two bad b-tches in the back shakin‘ ass
three big ‘woods, all my n-ggas love the gas
big whip, big sticks, 200 on the dash
and she bad, no cap
lil’ b-tch throw it back
shawty wanna f-ck for money like she don’t know how to act
n-gga p-ssy, he ain’t ‘bout it, he ain’t pull up with no mac
n-gga run up on the gang, got my clan, we can clash
shorty don’t know how to act
when triple 6 pull up, that b-tch throwin’ ass
i got me the cash
all up on my dash
i’m smokin’ on gas, you smokin’ on dirt
we doing the dash in the e36
with your b-tch on my d-ck and she kissin’ my sh-t
shawty in love with my sticks, she in love with my glocky
carry the mac, turn the tool to a hot piece
shawty all on me but she for the streets
that b-tch my groupie, she wanting my meat
so ihad to pull up and then dip out discreet
i made that b-tch scream, then she fell asleep
one big choppa, leave a n-gga layin’ flat
two bad b-tches in the back shakin’ ass
three big ‘woods, all my n-ggas love the gas
big whip, big sticks, 200 on the dash
and she bad, no cap
lil’ b-tch throw it back
shawty wanna f-ck for money like she don’t know how to act
n-gga p-ssy, he ain’t ‘bout it, he ain’t pull up with no mac
n-gga run up on the gang, got my clan, we can clash
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