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marvel - chop lotto lyrics

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[intro]
[verse 1: bigdevoo2x]
i got that water that drip drop spin on your block we cranking that hip hop up in the mall we bout to go shop
hit up the plug we making a swap

me and lotto in the booth nonstop you say u trapper but shooting out props you not on my level you just need to stop spin on my block you gonna get pop i’m just trying get this money with chop bcs coming out of the dark

[verse 2: chop lotto]
old man crack head smoking on chalk slide to his hood for making a fault when i’m up in the feild i be acting a fool got two twin draco’s q da fool i’m like a blood i’m always bool back in school i stayed to cool

yea

put my trust in one god and that’s facts know
put the glock in his face then i bust know
see a baddie you imma run down when i slide to the money i walkdown ain’t no fake in my blood or the dog pound got 2x in the booth for another round get to clapping i’m shooting a hundred round don’t get murk trying play on the spray ground

[verse 3 : bigdevoo2x]
we gotta go , we gotta flow choppa coming boutta kick down the floor i wonder what happen to all of my bros use to do shows all over the road use to be fun till we got old

i’m just trying bring back all my bros everybody keep on hating faking guess what?

we gon make it was trapping in the vacant while every body keep on hating
imma pull up hop out the bas-m-nt me and lotto in the back cranking

these yougins is slow but know what we thinking we on the top we really out ranking my name is 2x you know i’m the best me and lotto out here getting them checks

[verse 4 : chop lotto]
bad biddie pull up for the weekend i stay in the clouds so you know i’m tweaking
i got a juice on the rack got a six on my stomach yea i call it six pack
(yea)
my hittas got glizzys we starting epiphany wanna bad biddie with drakes like tiffany
i got a gl!ck 2x gotta stock bout ta pray to allah that these hollows will miss

you beefing with me i may annihilate a yougin
i pull up to your city imma up it in a yougin
you know i go hard so imma press up on a yougin
i pull up to your city imma buss it on a yougin

[verse 5: bigdevoo2x]
big devoo i’m back
i’m back in the trap
i’m toting the strap
if you want some smoke then come in the back
a lot of green beans hitting the sack

(eww no)

up in the back we hitting a l!ck

up in the field i’m setting a pick
i gotta lil shawty she is a stick
that yougin so bad go get him a snicks

[verse 6: chop lotto]
when i get up in the morning you know i’m messing with the drip vvs in my neck just bought some davinchi for the drip bcs we the mob you can’t hang with our clique

(yea)
remember them days i was going through

got suspended from school for fighting

mama ask chop lotto why you fighting fool

cause i just felt i was ent-tled to
(duh)

ain’t n0body pressing me
bang on your block like my name chief keef
run on your block like my name lil reese
like dr. dre imma give you the beats

[verse 7: bigdevoo2x]
slide over here and give you the beats
i’m trying crank while i’m beating my feet
i’m in the stu jacking the seats
playing around give me a beat
bcs man we lookin a treat
these yougins be talking they ready to get beat
this is a banger as you can see

[verse 8: chop lotto]
like hancel and grittle just hop in the oven
i ain’t know you taste good

(huh)
(mclovin)
i stay with some indians the way be drumming
just call me jose the way we be coming
he twitter beefing but his school is private cut out his eyeball

(arrr pirate)

that african hitta gon try and go sice it

shorty want lotto but she cannot fight it

[verse 9: bigdevoo2x]
i’m not trying fight it i’m trying one night it

it’s really that good i’m trying wife it

i like to play with her i think she like it

i like the way she walk away

she coming back to get this cake
she put it all in my face got no hands y’all still use plates got a baddie feeding me plates
(yo)
[outro]

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