| Chapo
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| CashMoney, CashMoney, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Long days up on the block, a nigga got a suntan
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| I’m looking back upon my past, a nigga came from nothin'
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| These niggas say they wanna blast me, but that Glocky on me
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| You run up on me, kill your bitch ass then I’ll shoot your homie
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| The way I’m feelin', I’ve been feelin' like a star
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| Need to slow down on the drugs, keep poppin' these bars
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| I got about four cars up in the garage
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| And I can’t even drive, but them bitches push start (Ayy)
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| Pushin' straight, backpack, choppa bullets, rat-ta-tat
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| Bad yellow bitch eatin' dick like a Rap Snack
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| Her pussy on fat-fat, you know I’ma hit that
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| She said she never had a orgasm, I’ma fix that
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| Bitch, I’m married to the game, I would never get a prenup
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| My bitch, she playing with my balls, call her Serena
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| I be beating the pussy up just like Ike did Tina
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| She turned my dick white 'cause that bitch was a creamer
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| She off of X pills, Perkys, Roxys, and the Molly
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| And I like the way she move her body
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| She gave me head in the backseat of the Maserati
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| Baby ride me
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| She like the way I ride the beat
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| Ride me
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| Baby, get on top of me, yeah
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| You was at the school and I was at the bank
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| I be smoking opps and you be smoking dank
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| And, bitch, I keep a gun, bitch, you keep a shank
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| And you know that I’m a shooter, that’s how I got my name
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| I got way too many bitches, mane, it’s looking like a pageant
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| She can’t speak no English, but that bitch, she call me daddy
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| Just like a plane, if I see the oppositions, then I’m crashing
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| This chopper sang, make him dance like that nigga Michael Jackson
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| Ayy, I’m a glizzy toter, like a notebook, I’ma fold her
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| She was slurpin' on my dick like she drinking on some soda
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| That bitch, she love giving brain, yeah, you know that I control her
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| She got a big ol' onion booty, so I told her bend it over
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| When I hit her from the back, had that bitch screaming Crip (Crip)
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| 'Cause when I get done she gon' walk with a limp
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| Lotta niggas came with me like the slaves on the ship
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| And my trap going dumb, doing acrobatic flips (Ayy, uh)
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| I got this Glocky up in my pocket and I’ma pop it
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| She popping Molly, she off a Molly, she give me noggin
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| I’m off a Roxy, I’m codeine bopping, I’m codeine bopping
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| The coldest nigga in the game so you know I’m never stopping
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| She drinking Hennessy
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| She popping Xannies
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| She always on her knees
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| That’s why her nigga can’t stand me, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Uh-huh
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| Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Molly , by - NLE Choppa. Song from the album Top Shotta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп