| Cocky and conceited, I got a bunch of reasons
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| Refused to be mistreated, I’ll be damned if I repeat it
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| I be that Pretty Flacko, I tell her go retweet it
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| I ask her for her number, I fuck her, then delete it
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| Chilling in my drop, nigga beating down yo' block
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| Shakin' off the pigs and I leave it like my top
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| Bitch up on my cock, got my hand up on my Glock, uh
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| Money in my sock, nigga give me what you got
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| You could call me Mr. Retail, Pigalle for my females
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| Bitches suck me down low, you niggas on the DL
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| I interrupt yo shit quick, yeah I’m on my Ezel
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| Dump 'em by the ocean you can find 'em with the seashells
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| Rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain’t talking 'bout no pills
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| Cars stolen, stolen, make 'em tell about the wheels
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| Gettin' all this money give a fuck 'bout how you feel
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| Feelin' on this (?)
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| Chopper, choppa hundred shots, knocking pictures off your wall
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| All these hoes on my balls like give me what you got
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| Straght drop in a pot, got the watch, throw it once
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| And it’s hot, non-stop like give me what you got, what you got
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| Strapped up and weeded, beefin' I got my reasons
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| We creepin', better pray that you blessed when the snub sneazin'
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| My bitches, love eatin' so that’s threesome when we meetin'
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| Yo bitch cheatin' wait 'til you leave and she swallow semen
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| I’m probably the realest breathin' under 25
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| I’m the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn’t die
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| From the side where hammers is hereditary, Michael Vick with clips
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| Pull off the hip and send bullets to your secondary
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| Run the field like Barry, livin' legendary
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| Foreign cars vary, stickin' dick in business secretaries
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| Hoes give me they heart like it’s the fourteenth of February
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| Played her from the start, I just fuck and leave her for you to marry
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| It’s too much money in this world to worry 'bout a bitch
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| Unless she workin' the strip making my pockets flip
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| My kind of bitch, man she quick and slide off in a Jeep
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| I haven’t trusted a bitch since T.L.C. |
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| Chopper, choppa hundred shots, knocking pictures off your wall
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| All these hoes on my balls like give me what you got
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| Straght drop in a pot, got the watch, throw it once
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| And it’s hot, non-stop like give me what you got, what you got |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Choppa , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп