| Ok, Chopper City, hot girl Wyndi
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| This is the club scene, where them ballas at
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| Chicken sweating you threatin', mo' getting VIP we setting
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| We taking care of the whole section, with liquor
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| Marijuana smoke in the back, where Gar be at
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| Big trucks on 22's, loud sounds with screens
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| Who up in there, that got them chickens fixing they hair
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| And getting naked full of Cristal, that’s the lifestyle
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| So I hit the club, with a pocket full of Lifestyles
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| Ooh shorty getting wild, now put your hands in the air
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| While you do that dance, and let me get behind you
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| While you in front of my man, in front of your man
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| Chill gun on my waist, with a blunt in my hand
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| We spending a grand on Bubbly, round for round
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| That’s how the Chopper City mob, get down
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| Hydro in the bottle, with the yellow wrapper
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| And you playas better, hold your broads
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| Cause these boys, will snatch her
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| Party’s gon be bumping
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| Playas gon be stomping
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| Get your ass on the dance floor
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| And let Moet, and Cristal flow
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| I know you know of me, Sniper playa baby
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| I hold it down full of Mo' and Crown, it make the kid move
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| Quick, too much Vodka make me nervous bad
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| I’m popping bottles every hour, making Erkles mad
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| I left the scene, swerved past in a purple Jag
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| You heard of trap, ladies love me you perverted fags
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| I rock the house like it’s church, yeah I love the Lord
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| Play with my team, Chopper City it’s gon be murder mass you heard me
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| Know you love the way that gangstas play it, we drank and blazing
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| Till ancient ages, this ain’t for babies
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| So ease your nerves, play your girl like she easing surf
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| Cause chill what’s beneath my shirt, have you bleeding syrup
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| I ain’t tripping if you need that work, Sniper pull up in a Viper
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| With a rifle, that’ll mean your smirk
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| Flows make my people lean, and twerk
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| I hit the track and beat it up like Ike and Tina Turner, it’s Chopper City man
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| Now y’all already know, Uptown in here
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| I got my seventeen rounds in ya, we blowing pounds in ya
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| And you know, where I’m found in here
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| Last week they had a body, left found in here
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| And with the drank getting smoked, the bottles is popping
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| We ain’t even make it to the party, and girls jocking
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| It’s Hakizzle, you know the name girl
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| Just write your number down, and I’ll give you a ring girl
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| I don’t mean, to snatch your chicks playa
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| But the bar need chips playa, look at my wrist playa
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| The hood call me, Young Neno
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| Cause I’m quick to snatch your senorita, or hit the block with a kilo
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| Calm down homeboy, you messing up my groove
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| Yeah iight you smoking, give me a Kool
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| We stunt round year, ride in convertibles
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| Them Chopper City dudes’ll murder you, holla back Kizzle
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| Me and my click at the scene, straight tearing it down
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| Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down
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| The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive
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| Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise
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| It’s going down, it’s going dizzle, it’s going diggity
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| We from Uptown, off the hizzle off the higgity
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| I know you feeling me fa shiggity, Baby Gizzle
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| Baby Geezie, Baby Gangsta popping pistols
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| I’ll flip you, straight switch you four nickel
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| With me, I won’t miss you I got the pistol
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| Hoes jocking niggas hating, can’t take us
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| Can’t fade us, we ball just like the Lakers
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| I’m off the hinges, off the chain respect the game
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| The number one Hot Boy, ain’t nothing changed
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| I’m thugged out getting twisted, bucking hard
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| Tearing the roof off, the party jumping hard
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| (*talking*)
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| Now there you have it, it’s Chopper City’s finest
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| You heard me, T. Smooth on the track
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| (you gotta let it flow, let it flow, you gotta let it flow) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let It Flow , by - B.G.. Song from the album Livin Legend, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп