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all night long (freestyle) - chop lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m like the block’s casino, pull an arm and i pocket c-notes
talk that proper lingo, shots will sling you, open tops like poppin’ pringles
chop the dingo, spot like shingles, choppa rock like i was ringo
off the clicquot, raw since fetal, benzitos, those moi amigos
private rest in montego, my only pest: mosquitoes
think i’m stressin’ people? please boo
i can sleep until the f-ckin’ week’s through
ya chest is see through, i bet the the stench of success will rest in peace you
they fill ya ego, just to leave you, it’s that deceitful
i pray i’m peaceful, if i’m evil, i’mma rule the world
flew through girls, left them brutal pearls, went from poodle curls
to madusa’s world, still seducin’, sippin’ booze to hurl
she ooh’ed in carols, d-mn, i turned that b-tch into a human squirrel
i swear to god, through his blessin’s, i’m what legends are
head is sharp, guess its, i’mma weapon, and my message broad
spit that mess that hits yo flesh and chest, and makes that sweat come off
my sets is strong, rep hard, pot as green as leprechauns
and if you gotta problem, then let’s get it on
warmin’ up the beef, i guess he wanna get his stretcher on
smith and wes, defensive guard, you slipped until ya final thought
current like a cattle prod, let off shots, that’s the battle call

[interlude]
is it battle call or battle cry?
f-ck, i don’t give a sh-t
i got sixteen more though

[verse 2]
i’m what dope means, the ruined bodies of c0ke fiends
morphine gang, with enough game to coach teams
a cold scheme to make this paper, lay up like i’m ko-reem
dirty money, clean out the country, i think i’m chlorine
porsche dreams, think i’m richard porter, how i court cream
vision, so immune to these b-tches it’s like my poor spleen
i sword swing, sneaked into my spot, you at the door screen
basically, i see the compet-tion from my court seat
y’all don’t wanna score keep, n-gga, i couture beats
never soft, please, my weakest weakness is concrete
all about this cheddar, put it on wheat
this bread is my love letter to the core streets
i’m raw, b, if music is my girl, then i stay on her
blaze like saunas, somber ways, i conquer, tryna chase my commas
look what i accomplished, then stop, my writtens is straight horror
chop’s the faces of death, i’m what makes monsters

- chop lyrics

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