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copped it anyway - blake lyrics

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[chorus]
look, slam dunking n-ggas like i’m in the nba (yeah)
i’m about my chips, i stack my chips like frito-lay (f-ck)
n-gga these is forces, n-gga these is not no j’s (f-ck)
probably won’t even wear it, i still copped it anyway (yeah)

[verse 1]
i got all this drip, all this drip what can i say? (f-ck)
boy please don’t play, you gon’ make me keep it straight
boy you flyin’ spirit just to cap up in la
f-ck a ferragamo, n-gga i’m a heavyweight, uh
it was really late, hundred down the interstate (f-ck)
used to break it down and bag it by utsa, ayy
lil’ b-tch i would hit, bagged that sh-t once it got weight (yeah)
even if it was quiet, every month we relocate (yeah)
all the way around, twin stay posted at the store (nah)
b-tch see my wrist, no i ain’t your average joe (yeah)
she let my n-gga hit, but we could play like i don’t know
first thing she talkin’ ’bout is that she ain’t like other hoes, uh
stack ’em like sinead, b-tch my chain on goodness greez, jeez (f-ck)
bought a 2018 audi, crashed it in a week (week)
thousand dollar belt, but these just hundred dollar sneaks
just cop another pair if they get dirty or a crease, f-ck

[chorus]
look, slam dunking n-ggas like i’m in the nba (yeah)
i’m about my chips, i stack my chips like frito-lay (f-ck)
n-gga these is forces, n-gga these is not no j’s (f-ck)
probably won’t even wear it, i still copped it anyway (yeah)

[verse 2]
i said b-tch, where your cash at? b-tch where your bags at? (f-ck)
we don’t got no smoke, you type of n-gga that we laugh at (what?)
i’ma cop that drip from rodeo back to fairfax (sh-t)
scatpack wasn’t fast enough, i went and copped the h-llcat
ride really steady, drip i hit rodelly
ready if you ready (yeah), b-tch i’m rollin’ heavy (f-ck)
inside of it peanut b-tter, outside of it jelly
i don’t chase a bag, that bag chase me like tom and jerry (yeah)
if i’m on the way, don’t know how long i’ma take (f-ck)
watch cost 30k, but i still show up real late
that cap that you doin’ on the net is not okay (no)
how you gettin’ a bag with all them feelings in the way? (f-ck)
can’t see behind the tint, through the tint my sh-t hit, yeah (f-ck)
diamonds dance like this, b-tch my wrist is on p-ss (sh-t)
trying to get rich, ain’t no time for the bullsh-t, yeah (f-ck)
if i p-ss, don’t miss, it’s lil’ blake with the -ssist (yeah)

[chorus]
look, slam dunking n-ggas like i’m in the nba (yeah)
i’m about my chips, i stack my chips like frito-lay (f-ck)
n-gga these is forces, n-gga these is not no j’s (f-ck)
probably won’t even wear it, i still copped it anyway (yeah)

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