Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whole Lotta Choppas, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 13.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Whole Lotta Choppas |
| Ooh, lil' bitch wan' ride it |
| Told the bitch don’t get out her body |
| Hmm, get right beside me |
| I’ma get in that thang, get to slidin' |
| This bitch makin' me feel erotic |
| Huh, she gotta get on this rocket |
| I don’t give a fuck 'bout her milage |
| And her grandmom related to the Winans |
| Ooh, that’s the shit that I like |
| You a church girl, bitch, you like Christ |
| Hmm, you ain’t never had pipe |
| Least not this kind, I’ma fuck you all night |
| Off a Perc', hmm, off a thirty pack |
| Yeah, leave a bitch with the hurt back |
| Where the work? |
| Hmm, where the work at? |
| My young niggas wakin' up to serve that |
| They wanna see me do my dance |
| In these thousand-dollar pants |
| Don’t disrespect me and my mans |
| Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass |
| Scram, we just put them dollars on your head |
| Snitchin'-ass nigga gave his mama to the feds |
| Little brother, big brother, Sada got the dreads |
| DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands |
| Lil' bitch can’t keep her pussy out my hands |
| Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands |
| I was stackin' blues, run up Tookies on they ass |
| I be in the Bay rollin' Cookies on they ass |
| I be in they nerves, G weed gave me is bustin' |
| 'Cause Sada can’t be jealous off weed, I’m never stressin' |
| I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing come double decker |
| Let my white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker |
| Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter |
| Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger |
| These drugs ain’t a joke, my nigga, I’m just tellin' you |
| Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you |
| They wanna see me do my thang |
| In these brand-new VV chains |
| Don’t disrespect me and my gang |
| Bang, t-shirt full of blood stains |
| Mmm, already had dirt on your name |
| Now your best friend got a t-shirt of your name, dig that |
| Big body swerve in your lane |
| AK hit a nigga in the stomach, knock off your six-pack |
| Like cinema, just hear the click-clack |
| Now that’s end of riff-raff, that’s the end of the bullshit |
| You know I got a full clip |
| Hmm, walk out and use it |
| Walked right past your bitch, I had to say, «Excuse me» |
| Hmm, I thought she was a groupie |
| Come to find out, bitch pulled up ridin' with a goofy, huh |
| Hmm, that was you, huh |
| Huh, you wasn’t on that couch, me and Uie |
| Had bitches in the wop shakin' booty |
| Had 'em in the parking lot showin' coochie |
| Had 'em in the bathroom actin' unruly, huh |
| Lil' bitch wan' ride it |
| Told the bitch don’t get out her body |
| Hmm, get right beside me |
| I’ma get in that thang, get to slidin' |
| This bitch makin' me feel erotic |
| Huh, she gotta get on this rocket |
| I don’t give a fuck 'bout her milage |
| And her grandmom related to the Winans |
| They wanna see me do my dance |
| In these thousand-dollar pants |
| Don’t disrespect me and my mans |
| Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass (Huh) |