Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choppin Necks, artist - Darq E Freaker. Date of issue: 03.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Choppin Necks |
| Dai Burger |
| Darq E Freaker |
| What up? |
| Pretty titty committee |
| They ever disrespect? |
| Check check check check |
| Yo I’m choppin' niggas necks |
| Niggas need to know |
| That I’m steady choppin' necks |
| Choppin' niggas right |
| And I’m choppin' niggas left |
| Pretty titty committee |
| They ever disrespect? |
| Check, check, check, check |
| Yo I’m choppin' niggas necks |
| Niggas need to know |
| That I’m steady choppin' necks |
| Choppin' niggas right |
| And I’m choppin' niggas left |
| I stay slayin' |
| And they love my effects |
| They cuttin' check, check, check, check |
| Yo I’m choppin' niggas necks |
| Competition slim like my body |
| Wakin' up to me is like wakin' up to a new Bugatti |
| Hit my spliff, rub my tits, give you |
| Wanna kick it? |
| Then you better have them bricks |
| High karate |
| Choppin' niggas necks if my check ain’t in my hand |
| Or in the mail |
| And I see these bitches on my trail |
| I call them baby snails |
| I think it’s cute they salute |
| When I step in the booth |
| And it’s the truth |
| They want they fingers on this pussy |
| Like a flute |
| And I be damned if these niggas think my fame is a fluke |
| Can’t play no games with these niggas (Monopoly, Checkers, Clue) |
| I ain’t ashamed of decisions that I made to get through |
| Cause now I’m getting blessings daily |
| Like I’m saying (h)achoo |
| Come through |
| Hair blue or any shade of pastel |
| When I get the deal |
| I will buy a Picasso |
| And if you ain’t got dough |
| Then «Oh no!» |
| I’m on my heal-toe |
| Slide glow flow |
| I’m out the door |
| And it’s not because I’m stingy or selfish |
| But I’m worth it and legit |
| Can’t you see this where the wealth is |
| Like Welch’s |
| Like Welch’s, grape jelly jam |
| Niggas stalk my Instagram |
| Just to see where the fuck I am |
| I tell 'em scram, counting grands |
| Roasting you, roasting your mans |
| I’m toastin' to grow some more fans |
| I’m hostin', too — bring all your friends |
| Now I’m OC out in London |
| OT need more fundin' |
| I show up lookin' stunnin' |
| Send them home, they runnin' |
| To they mammies, they crawl back in their jammies |
| They’re just scared |
| They heard Burger B always come through with the whammy |
| So don’t you ever fuck with me |
| I turn your anniversary into a flower nursery |
| Six feet, nigga |