| Beat there it go, let’s get it crunk uh
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| Yeah, you looking for the Collection Plate baby
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| Late July, my solo all freestyles, Magno
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| It’s Magno, this is Chop Em Up 8
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| I represent them blocks, where they chopping up cakes
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| Who every bopper wanna date, I pull up on the scene
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| Every team wanna fiend, cause my pockets got weight
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| I run game like running block, get the honeys hot
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| Drop lines and they mine, while they do the bunny hop
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| I pull up in the prowler, with the new blue goggles
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| Mag' looking like a FUBU model, no Crys just a few blue bottles
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| We on 22's, hide them twenties
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| Nothing flashy, rocking Foot Locker five for twenties
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| Listen, how you want it
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| My jeans cost four hundred
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| These is Iceberg, that’s the cost of nice words
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| That’s out of my mouth, I’m out of the South
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| Magno, hotter than South don’t know how to cool off
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| I’m too athletic on the beat nigga
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| Besides that, I’m diabetic to you sweet niggas
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| Disrespecting the game
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| I put the horse shoe to your dome, like you Eduran James
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| Peep the flow, I’m so supernatural
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| Like the red board, I’m going international
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| I blow hollows, with the tech fool
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| Got chicks giving my lil' bother head, swallowing my nephews
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| You might see me in a Thunderbird, sipping Thunderbird
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| Laws wanna lock me, like I got a ton of birds
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| Man I ain’t tripping on them hoes
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| No tags no inspections, still flipping on them fo’s |