| What’s up Uncle Charles
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| I can shop on Mars
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| I can play guitar, been ballin' with the stars
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| Jody Highroller, anything can happen
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| Yokohama tires, and your rims neon plastic
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| Ballin' so hard, might wheel when I jay-walk
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| Shoot jumpers in Atlanta, figured I was kin to Mookie Blaylock
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| 600 with the kid, ballin on you and your fucking bitch
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| I can flip Ferrari with diamonds on my fucking wrist
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| Going to hiatus, smoke weed up out of papers
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| Balling like the Lakers, Versace touch the pavement
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| Sandals touch the sand
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| Rocks up on my hand
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| I can sell oil, like Afghanistan
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| On my gators
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| I can Walter Peyton
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| As-salamu alaykum
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| I can eat bacon
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| I can sink a ship
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| Balling like Wilt, ya’ll know who that is
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| Got more gold than Rumpelstilts'
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| Locking out them bars, chains in my cars
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| While I’m out to bars, got the syrup in my drawers
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| Don’t be alarmed, in my heart is popsicle
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| I’m flipping candy pickle and my car is candy nickel
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| Diamonds integrated
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| KKK must hate me
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| Did the fuckin' Matrix when she tried to be my baby
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| Bitch had me mistaken
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| Bitch don’t scratch my Dayton’s!
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| Thanks to Mr. Franklin, we don’t eat top ramens
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| My bitch from the Cayman’s, kill shit when I came in
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| Lookin' at the map I’m tryin' to find a place I ain’t been
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| Lookin' at the list ain’t not one ho that I can’t hit
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| This car knows every language
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| I’m choppin' up the pavement!
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| Choppin' up these bars
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| Cut just like tar
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| Flip double seven, I went hard up in the yard
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| Ballin out the gym, and I’m burning guard
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| Whip making plays, now I’m with the all stars
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| Can we get a glimpse
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| Chilling with these boppers and they wanna french kiss
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| In today’s craze, you can ride the wave
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| I be flippin' foreign
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| I be choppin' blades |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Choppin Blades , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Ransom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп