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carry choppas - chito rana$ lyrics

[verse: chito rana$]
its the sopest mexican
inside this low, i got 2 hammars and a choppa
i dont feel too good unless we pop a motherf*cker
my b*tch is h*lla bad, she looks just like her momma
i carry choppers and pop n*ggas like osama
i’m sippin’ syrup and pop percs just to feel good
yo big homie locked it up, that n*gga no good
we twist this spook, what the [?] inside this backwood
my glock is soundin’ like a k, we in the opp’s hood
i still pop a n*gga b*tch, i throw my life away
we with the maybach, like its [?], this a getaway
when i did my lil’ time, i didn’t say a thing
baby, i was thuggin’ four years inside of this cage
if the rollers get behind me, it’s a high speed
that n*gga feels some type of way because shе like me
pop him, it don’t [?], but he will nеver fight me
that n*gga like adafi, that p*ssy always hidin’
rolly on the wrist, you know what time it is
its time to ball, hit my dougie, like my n*gga bris
nine off the walkie, baby, i just bought a brick
i’m known for sellin’ guns, that’s how i got rich
i just bought a nine and gave it to sl!ck
i told him, bro, i love you and gon’ do your sh*t
he got so excited that he emptied it
look, we got h*lla shots and that’s for many, men
look, when i got aired out, i feel bulletproof
when these n*ggas aired you, how you didn’t know what to do?
you was trippin’ out, cuz you a p*ssy, dude
you didn’t whip it out, that’s why these n*ggas lose
your homie didn’t take nothing, they took his life
the b*tch you see with me, i’m for surely piped
scoping with the chop, i can see at night
i wanna see him dead, i don’t wanna fight
h*ll park, certified, i’m steppin’ in his dior
cuando muere un pendejo, yo siempre me río
if i’m ever on the run, i’m gon’ hide in rio
long live my brother, two times you cross that rio
fifty rounds inside this k, back a with monkey nuts
my b*tch comin’ from the back, we be goin’ to h*lla dumb
cocaína in my nose, got me feelin’ h*lla numb
she put money in my books, in the mail, she sent me some
ayy, come on, let’s get money, baby
a brand new low, this a new mercedes
i’m so c*cky, that’s why these n*ggas hate me
i’m in too deep, no one can even save me

- chito rana lyrics

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