| Say my chopper Dee Brown, yeah shoot retarded
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| Ayy, Iced out wrist, it was me and
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| (Helluva Beats, baby)
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| And-a, and-a, and-a, and-a, ayy
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| Say my chopper Dee Brown, yeah it shoot retarded
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| Who said we couldn’t have the pistols in the party, who?
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| Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh
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| Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh
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| Chopper AOD, yeah it shoot retarded
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| Who said we couldn’t have the pistols in the party, who?
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| Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh
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| Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch, we in the jungle, ooh
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| The lil' nigga know my name, DT gon' knock him off
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| He put his brains on my chain, gotta drop me off
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| And pick me right back up so we can spin the block for dog
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| The Perkys on my jaw, them bitches right my wrongs
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| I got a catalog, I don’t be mad at all
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| Niggas lucky all I threw was water up at Saginaw
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| Ayy, they mad 'cause this water on my chest and all
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| Bitch I play for Press Virginia how I’m pressin' y’all
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| Look like one them competitions how I dress the dog
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| Dummies got the straight drop, don’t need no fentanyl
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| Thirty thousand in the pot and we gon' send em off
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| Lil cuz can’t read, still gon' get 'em off
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| I will, do a Harlem Shake with the Draco
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| I will, shoot the investigator, get the case closed
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| I did, have an eighth tucked in them Wraith doors
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| Bentley truck, me and Wild Man with that cake on us
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| And we was on Live with it, big four-five with us
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| 20 cars in traffic nigga, gang gang slidin' with us
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| I won’t run from no beef, I’ma grill it
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| Ding-a-ling in her booty cheeks, she gon' feel it
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| I still wanna murk shit
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| Still wanna rack my AR and hurt shit
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| Keeps that bitch by my stomach, hmm
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| Squeeze that bitch 'til you bloody, hmm
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| Them new Perky thangs make a nigga moonwalk
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| Uh, them new hollow thangs’ll make you moon soft
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| Remember when I had to get the half of moons off
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| Them people jumped behind me, cut the cruise off
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| Remember when my uncle told me I could move soft
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| Changed his mind, told me, «Nephew get the blues off»
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| If a nigga run off, knock his shoes off
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| We don’t take off, bitch we gettin' off
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| He want half off, knock that nigga off
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| I can’t get enough, of that sticky stuff
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| Flip my 60 pack, got my chicken up
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| Cut that bitch three fast, sold her 50 ones
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| Yeah, young ignant nigga from the bity blood
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| Make these hoes get to dancing like a Nitti beat
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| You ain’t sick, pussy nigga, you just sick of me
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| Drivin' with my chains on, Skuba Mr T
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| Say my chopper Dee Brown, yeah it shoot retarded
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| Who said we couldn’t have the pistols in the party, who?
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| Iced out wrist, it was me and Mari, ooh
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| Caviar, sips of a calamari, ooh
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| Chopper AOD, yeah it shoot retarded
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| Who said we couldn’t have the pistols in the party, who?
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| Iced out wrist, it was me and Cutter, ooh
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| Monkey bars, banana clips, bitch we in the jungle, ooh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cheat Code , by - Sada Baby. Song from the album Bartier Bounty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп