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Wuh
Yeah
Hooh
Fo' fo' bulldog, my muthafucking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthafucker fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fucking the world and nigga I aint cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a
Chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah
Load up the choppers like it's December
31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas
Where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga, in an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they
Might high, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In a red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that paid your car
Notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Load up the choppers like it's December
31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas
Where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip than roll the window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas center bun
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, what ya looking ass nigga?
You know the rules, kill em all and keep
Moving
If I died today it'd be a holiday
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape
Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa claus
Niggas gather round, got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble that's the
Double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up, nigga
It's a cold World I need a burt to call a
Wood, I call the place mutherfucker hooliwood
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a
Chopper in the car
Yeah