| Young Chop on the beat
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| Chop
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| Von
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| Von
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| Bitch
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| See, mama, she raised her a savage
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| Went and took it if I didn’t have it
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| See, I can do magic
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| I can get rid of my gun and still beat your ass like your daddy
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| We thirsty, we blitzin' like Madden
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| In traffic with full automatic
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| I’m clutchin' and speedin' while drivin'
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| Left hand on the wheel like I got it
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| Not hidin', how you could not find us?
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| Always muggin', so please do not mind us
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| It’s the pills, it’s fuckin' our minds up
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| When we flyin', we drip in designer
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| Don’t look back, 12 stay behind us
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| Flashbacks of me in them lineups
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| No, I cannot go, I ain’t no ho, put the pedal to the floor
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| My life a movie, we shootin'
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| You got a gun, but don’t use it
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| The drugs we abuse it, I ain’t abusive
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| Beat an opp bitch like she stupid
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| I’m chillin' at Ruth Chris, just me and my new bitch
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| You stressin' and goin' bald
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| Baby, you on that fu' shit
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| Pull over, I think that’s him
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| Matter fact, gang, that’s them
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| See the one with the fade, got a limp?
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| I thought he was dead, but fuck that shit
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| I want him, I want him, I want him
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| Pull up on 'em, up on 'em, up on 'em
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| I swear that boy is a goner
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| Tried to run, but I got up on 'em
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| Tried to run, but I got up on 'em
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| He need a new kidney, you donate?
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| My shoes by Gucci, you know it
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| You payin' that shit if you owe it
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| My mama’s first born, I’m the oldest
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| Huh? |
| What?
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| Bitch, I beat the body, I’m chosen |