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choppa in the mazi - lil polo da don lyrics

intro: i swear to god, i’d be lying if i said this maserati wasn’t no rental, like. f-ck it, i rented this b-tch, this b-tch mine today. f-ck it, ima finna pull up on every hoe in my phone. like, i dont even give a f-ck like
i got this dirty -ss draco, i done wet a couple, i done wet some sh-t up with this b-tch. but im out of the county though, i dont think they do, like ballistics in the other counties and sh-t. but if they do, but f-ck it, ima run they -ss, yea i95 game. yea f-ck them crackas f-ck it

hook: just came home, put a choppa in the mazi. every other day, its another dead body. won’t get me, keep the flame like a fireman, ain never fakin, in the field like a lineman. i dont wanna f-ck, b-tch gotta be the finest. i just wanna nut, let me gone get behind it. ima rock out, guitar, n-gga john linnen. i dont want the glizzy, unless that b-tch got a drum in it
blood all on me, big b’s like a bentley. young n-gga playin with them p’s, on some rich sh-t. whole hundred rounds, get a n-gga whole clique hit. tired of these p-ssy -ss rap n-ggas sneak dissin. pull up on a n-gga with the choppa, make him bleed with it. played with your dawgs, you ain’t never play with me n-gga. big dawg, but ain’t nothin bigger than a b n-gga. til a n-gga dead, swear to god, ima keep spinnin

verse: why you ridin round, acting like you really steppin? bend on a n-gga, fully loaded mac-11. ridin with a hoe named alexus, in a a lexus. young n-gga, i ain’t gotta question, he a stepper. how you say you pregnant, when i nutted in your neck b-tch? big b’s, g shine, young n-gga set trip. i dont play around, get a p-ssy n-gga wet quick. drip, drip, drip, on my gucci when the tec spit
molly, molly, plan b, pop it with some water hoe. got my money up, now im buffer than a buffalo. roll up on a n-gga, buss him down like a optimo. big choppa f-ckin everybody like a college hoe & i dont like b-tches, who dont like b-tches. i like white b-tches, like to f-ck white b-tches. i dont like n-ggas who dont f-ck with my n-ggas. b-tch can’t f-ck me, if she ain’t f-ckin my n-ggas

hook: just came home, out a choppa in the mazi. every other day, itd another dead body. won’t get me, keep the flame like a fireman, ain never fakin, in the field like a lineman. i dont wanna f-ck, b-tch gotta be the finest. i just wanna nut, let me gone get behind it. ima rock out, guitar, n-gga john linnen. i dont want the glizzy, unless that b-tch got a drum in it
blood all on me, big b’s like a bentley. young n-gga playin with them p’s, on some rich sh-t. whole hundred rounds, get a n-gga whole clique hit. tired of these p-ssy -ss rap n-ggas sneak dissin. pull up on a n-gga with the choppa, make him bleed with it. played with your dawgs, you ain’t never play with me n-gga. big dawg, but ain’t nothin bigger than a b n-gga. til a n-gga dead, swear to god, ima keep spinnin

outro: blatttt, im talkin bout yea, pull up on some. yea yea, police -ss, b-tch -ss n-gga, yea f-ck n-gga. p-ssy -ss n-gga stop playin with me n-gga, before a n-gga buss your head n-gga & when i buss your head n-gga, i really gotta buss it, because i know you gone tell the police n-gga, yea f-ck n-gga

- lil polo da don lyrics

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