choppa on me - remorse666 lyrics
[intro]
“what’s up my n*gga”
“i wanna buy this godd*mn racing car my n*gga”
(what are you doing stepbro)
“you know why my n*gga?”
“it got home dp”
“n*gga racer”
b*tch
okay
[verse 1: remorse666]
blood on my body i feel like a zombie
choppa on me, i pull up to the party
choppa on me, that b*tch came with a 30, i’m leaving with 0 cause the party had bodies
just admit already you know you obsessed with me
do what i say what i what you can’t censor me
blm burning my house down then looting me
stating my words like a mother f*cking spelling bee
don’t call me harvey, i do not know java code
f*ck around me, run up shoot like the navajo
wanted some culver’s, so i flew down to idaho
go to az, visit drew with the stars below
back to pa, visit mars with the underglow
looking at rocks take a trip to nеw mexico
wanted to die, hang mysеlf on the patio
b*tch i’m depressed that sh*t not long ago
coming for tokyo, b*tch you a pedo
stroking your wood like you made from geppetto
pay underage girls on paypal to send photos
should’ve surrounded yourself with 18 year old lesbos
running from drama, i got lots of adrenaline
p*ssy for sale, that b*tch no longer celibate
cum in her mouth, i told that b*tch to drown in it
p*ssy so wet, told that b*tch that i’d drown in it
[verse 2: chowlul]
choppa on me? 1,2,3
look at all these headasses they staring at me
my fatass walk up to him, he fold like a tree
pull out with the glocks and they aiming at me
2nd amendment, i’m shooting at you
gave that b*tch corona, achoo, bless you
as bad as the flu pokémon mewtwo
southern brew rutters i’m coming for you
b*tch it’s chowlul not andromeda, i’m coming out the mud
playin hardpoint with coy and brennan, b*tch i got first blood
call it july back at fieldstone with poppers i got a dud
bauer small as sh*t got the cl!cker he roll in the mud
arizona in 3 weeks, 9 hour flight i’m gonna flip
call it michael ghetto white boy yeah he think he got the drip
i said can i see those pancakes, she said nope only a slip
sleeping in the bas*m*nt got wings didn’t give the dude a tip
sitting in the spongebob chair make bread i’m getting paid
i ain’t bouta have a house if i don’t pass the 8th grade
making that money, taking that money, wells fargo center we go to a game
b*tch you are so lame
all girls are the same
i’ll flush you right down the d*mn drain b*tch
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