Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choppa, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
Choppa |
| Cocky and conceited, I got a bunch of reasons |
| Refused to be mistreated, I’ll be damned if I repeat it |
| I be that Pretty Flacko, I tell her go retweet it |
| I ask her for her number, I fuck her, then delete it |
| Chilling in my drop, nigga beating down yo' block |
| Shakin' off the pigs and I leave it like my top |
| Bitch up on my cock, got my hand up on my Glock, uh |
| Money in my sock, nigga give me what you got |
| You could call me Mr. Retail, Pigalle for my females |
| Bitches suck me down low, you niggas on the DL |
| I interrupt yo shit quick, yeah I’m on my Ezel |
| Dump 'em by the ocean you can find 'em with the seashells |
| Rolling, rolling, rolling, I ain’t talking 'bout no pills |
| Cars stolen, stolen, make 'em tell about the wheels |
| Gettin' all this money give a fuck 'bout how you feel |
| Feelin' on this (?) |
| Chopper, choppa hundred shots, knocking pictures off your wall |
| All these hoes on my balls like give me what you got |
| Straght drop in a pot, got the watch, throw it once |
| And it’s hot, non-stop like give me what you got, what you got |
| Strapped up and weeded, beefin' I got my reasons |
| We creepin', better pray that you blessed when the snub sneazin' |
| My bitches, love eatin' so that’s threesome when we meetin' |
| Yo bitch cheatin' wait 'til you leave and she swallow semen |
| I’m probably the realest breathin' under 25 |
| I’m the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn’t die |
| From the side where hammers is hereditary, Michael Vick with clips |
| Pull off the hip and send bullets to your secondary |
| Run the field like Barry, livin' legendary |
| Foreign cars vary, stickin' dick in business secretaries |
| Hoes give me they heart like it’s the fourteenth of February |
| Played her from the start, I just fuck and leave her for you to marry |
| It’s too much money in this world to worry 'bout a bitch |
| Unless she workin' the strip making my pockets flip |
| My kind of bitch, man she quick and slide off in a Jeep |
| I haven’t trusted a bitch since T.L.C. |
| creep |
| Chopper, choppa hundred shots, knocking pictures off your wall |
| All these hoes on my balls like give me what you got |
| Straght drop in a pot, got the watch, throw it once |
| And it’s hot, non-stop like give me what you got, what you got |