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Paroles de CHOP SUM!

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Paroles de la chanson CHOP SUM! par WHYBG lyrics officiel

CHOP SUM! est une chanson en Anglais

If I call my brother, best believe that he gon' chop some
If you try to touch the paper, then he might just pop some
I been ballin' hard like I'm Dwayne like I'm the rock or some
Please don't try to test, I'm not the average, yes, I'm one of one
Stop that, who is that comin' out that two-seater where the opps at?
Brody in the cut, itchin' his finger, ready to pop at
Anybody step to me, you know yes I'm WHYBG,
me and Tunka clear the scene
Uh, and best believe Amiri denim for the jeans
Pay like half a ticket, no, you cannot afford these things
I'm out finna cause' a scheme,
bro pour red inside of green
I hop in the booth, get in my mode, I'm bout' to blow the steam
And you can't out rap me on my worst day
I been in my mode, I'm goin' up, no, you can't hurt me
I get in my bag and make my bag, it's only Thursday
All of them on my back and they doin' bad, oh man, they erk me
Huh, huh, I should start a fitness program where I'm carryin' y'all
They try to ride my wave and it won't work, won't take the fall
Forget the music, I really should've been a hooper by the way that I be ballin'
If you get in my way, might hit you with a stunner like Steve Austin
If I call my brother, best believe that he gon' chop some
If you try to touch the paper, then he might just pop some
I been ballin' hard like I'm Dwayne like I'm the rock or some
Please don't try to test, I'm not the average, yes, I'm one of one
And I'm gon' chop some, still that same nigga that had that mop, when I heard them cops come
Bitch ass nigga wanna play with young Tunk, I pull up and make that cop run
Fuck, nigga can't play with me
know that I take that head off
Bitch ass nigga wanna play with young Tunk, the cop came round' they, sped off
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm him Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm him
Start a mosh pit in this bitch, I bet I'm in the middle of it
They know I'm good and my hood won't cross the state line
Know my youngin' suited up, my youngin' booted up, quick to catch a case for me
Been a minute since I took that road, I had that first degree
Wait, don't let me cap to y'all, wait, I think it was a second
Bitch ass nigga play with me, I send that boy to meet the reverend
Went and got some Timberland boots, I guess we finna see who's steppin
Run down on that nigga quick, know we had to walk down
I don't need play with niggas, bitch, I put that Glock down
I had pick these fist up, bitch ass nigga hit somethin', let's go
Bitch ass nigga hit somethin',
nigga think he runnin' down on Tunka, I got some shit for him
Bitch, this is a real Glock, no this ain't no damn toy
Record the hit and stomped em' out, we got some film on it, let's go
If I call my brother, best believe that he gon' chop some
If you try to touch the paper, then he might just pop some
I been ballin' hard like I'm Dwayne like I'm the rock or some
Please don't try to test, I'm not the average, yes, I'm one of one
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Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteur: Amari Haddock
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