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xlch - chop newman, xxae47 lyrics

[intro: xxae47 & justice hmix]
blue strip mafia
mr.longd*ckmakehimtrip (grah grah grah boom)
mr. one and only
mr one o’ one like
alright (like d*mn)
like look (like d*mn)
d*mn
uh

[verse 1: xxae47 & simbalinka]
back from the back
i’m behind all these b*tches
robin hood i’m behind all the riches
mob boss, i get to the business
like a fox, i get to the chicken
like a virgin, no f*cks given
we living we sinning
with chop newman
like a dreidel
n*ggas just came through spinning
call simba
this sh*t get fatal
you know that n*gga’s not living
letter before x
cuz we stay winnin
why rush
said she love when i k!ll it
catching zs and drеams
never feelings
a1 when thе bars start spilling
b stand for best in the building
c for cash
gotta catch me a million
and the ds on d*ck
no regular civilian
my shawty thicky
but she got it bald like brazilian
we was outside going up like a ceiling
we couldn’t talk
n*ggas funny
don’t feel them
back then
if we want it we steal it
n*ggas mad cuz we know the real them
steve nash, every shot gon k!ll them
peep that, he’s a goat
yeah a real one
peep that, he’s a goat
yeah a real one
get off my d*ck
why he movin like that
like
get off my d*ck
d*mn boy
uhuh
uhuh
i’m back in
let’s do it
let’s do it, uhh okay
[verse 2: simbalinka]
grah grah
n*gga imma boom
wake up on sunday
p*ssin on ya tomb
don’t give a f*ck i’m clearin out the room
nonchalant
used to struggle out the womb
im the ugly duckling in the room
won’t take too long before a n*gga bloom
she think i love her
baby don’t assume
smoking exotic
floating to the moon
grah grah
n*gga imma boom
told you once
told you maybe twice
i was putting ketchup on the rice
pouring tris all over the ice
don’t trust
they moving with mice
big gun, long head like stewie
i’m the main
i f*ck on a groupie
i’m a dog
i’m moving like scooby
let’s go n*gga
[verse 3: chop newman]
fleezus gimme the stick
simba passed me a grip
trill in the south like the face of this b*tch
all of these new n*ggas patting they hips
i don’t give a f*ck bout n*gga or b*tch
bl!ck bl!ck
came with a switch
doom with a mask
b*tches be colder than witch tits
sorry family, chop newman a misfit
f*cked ya b*tch, made it snow merry christmas
get beat you till you purple like grimace
gimme a guinness for sully, uh
i’m in the mud, i don’t care if they love me
tryna be on the wave like cuddi uh
i don’t sip dirty or muddy
2015 we was dipping the blunts in the muddy
n*gga we young dummies (dummy)
all i need was a honey bun
then i’m ghost (uh)
keep totes
hmix on all of my coats (blue strip)
cutthroat cutthroat
go meet papi before he get off the boat
(chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop)
choppa they callin’ the goat
choppa they callin’ the uh uh
[verse 4: mara trillz]
really the face of this sh*t
yeah they know that i’m made for this sh*t
if they sayin we opps all i need is the drop
so you know that i’m makin’ it quick
be forreal
that’s why i move so c*cky
did i f*ck on your b*tch n*gga probably
i ain’t droppin my hat for n0body
my back to the wall
i’m never movin oppy, d*mn
i remember the days i was up on the stand
i remember when brodie had told me “be better” in jail
then i went and got locked same day
i remember the time when i ain’t have a weapon
this sh*t never stop cuz i’m puttin in pain
so if n*ggas could walk in my shoes
n*ggas couldn’t be me
[?] and i got my own lane
n*gga i ain’t the same
xxae told me hop on this sh*t
for my brother i’m takin that risk
stoop kid
know i’m used to the bricks
couple opps on my head, but they ain’t doin sh*t like
f*ck designer, the devil wear prada
red beam, if i spot em i got em
real g’s gotta move, never speak
i ain’t makin a sound, like the g in lasagna
d*mn
and these n*ggas know i got the racks on me
i’d rather drop my location before i could let a n*gga go and pass on me
feel like boogie cause i got the bag on me
got the city litt, that’s why you mad homie
if i got a piece, then i gotta get one for the gang
cause i wanna match rollies
i think i forgot
none of these n*ggas is really my opps
so gimme a chair at the muhf*ckin top
cause none of these b*tches ain’t takin my spot
ask for my lawyer, ain’t talkin to cops
man this sh*t for the hood and that’s word to the block
free all my n*ggas that’s doin they sentence
they said imma make it
put it on the rock, n*gga

- chop newman xxae47 lyrics

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