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bloody choppa - flacka lyrics

hustle dope in my tree house
light the blunt
let the loud out
all these b-tches tryna f-ck me for the clout
got no stamina
they still run their mouth
talking down
bringing doubt
if i hear that
ima smack you in the f-cking mouth
in the trouse on a tuesday
f-ck this man
i need a f-ckin’ new day
doomsday
cop them new shoes eh!
chugging all the booze
blasting blues
got no clue eh!
sippin’ off that joint
getting f-cked dun screwed
you can tell im rude
you can tell by my mood
b-tches panting for some d-ck
like some f-cking food!
me, my boys smokin’ backwoods til we puke
poppin’ uzi’s
out the subi
never hesitate to k!ll a yute!

yoppa by my side
don’t test me boy
cause i will shoot
crackin’ n-gga’s skulls
crackin’ up a n-gga’s tooth
getting faded
off that blunt in he stu
smoking boof
try to push me
make your move
your’e a goof
50 cal up on the roof!
hollow tips up in the glock
c-ck it back
aim on lock
smokin’ flacka
b-tches sucking d-ck for crack rock
never stopping this game till my body drop
or the op got me traced
bl–dy choppa on ma waist
unload the clip and have a taste
got your blood up on my face
f-cked your b-tch
she gave me face
two muddy blunts to the brain
without my drugs in insane
bl–dy choppa hit ya brain!
b-tch!

- flacka lyrics

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