Lyrics:
up no scraps
She really crazy making lies who they about?
Big player ain't beefing with no trick
One week later, catch me counting me up a brick!
up and when you listen hold yo' choppers up (ayy hold them choppers up)
If I want you dead, I'm on yo' ass, it ain't no dodgin' us (ain't no dodgin'
belong to a chopper
Uh, uh, hey I cannot kick shit like it soccer
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DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
blrrrd, my blrrrd)
Ayy, I went lookin' for my own man, couldn't send no one to whack him (big blrrrd)
We caught his ass by the church, left him fixed up
for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave
his baby mama, fly her out and then I fuck her
Yah, rich by the morning
Yah, rich by the morning
New whip, with the big Four G's
New crib, that's a new
Flawless Victory
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
I’m helping you committing suicide I’ll be
like I'm Kobe
Greendale for the ones on hokey pokey
Big boy, light em up watch the flame take over
Make it burn so it don't get sober
Feel the heat
And cross all my T's
And by the way my GPS
You out here way to lost in these streets
I needed 2 of everything
Like I was spellin' out Tennessee
I wrote this
She know she ain't safe
I need a BBW
Big bawty women only
Ring around the rosey
Put it in take it out
Yah Hokey pokey
Don't say you love me
When you
yeah yeah
Big
Big money sauce
With some mayonnaise
Bepis, in my hands
I don't know where to land
Flying pilot in a chopper
But I don't know how to fly
thuggin since a jit yea
I was only thirteen with a big Glock
Remember I wasn't having money I got big knots
See that chopper make him dance like he on tik
her cascade when I
Go berserk in the guts
And to be honest, I'm a baller
I gotta keep it a buck
The chopper so big that every time I swing
It get stuck
designer
And it stay that
Big ass boy, you better chillax
Send two shots, boy, you gon' feel that
I go wow, chopper, kick back
Pow, pow, pow, to your kneecap
naughty, tellin em shorties, havin orgees
Watchin pokeys with four freaks - now that's me
I be the nasty cuban, slammin like I'm patrick ewing
Pass me a bag
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
chopper piece
So I phone big cuz for a one chopper, sweet
Just to see if that one chopper beats
By now, you must know what chopper means
Clip black, but
no limit (For real)
NASCAR racing, no licensе (Uh)
Brand new Hermès from Venice (Vroom)
Choppers that hit like trident
Enemies say I'm a menace (yeah)
you serving white, now you running from my gang and I’ll make sure you pay the price, let the chopper eat the liver boy I’ll turn it into sprite, then
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon'
an old-school donk, I'm Big Worm
Nigga (I'm Big Worm, nigga)
I ain't finna argue with no chump
(We ain't goin' back and forth)
You ain't got my shit by
Ten
Yeah, ay
Big for now
It's a check
I got the chopper, yeah, ay, ay, ay
I got the chopper, it sing like opera, I make it swoon the bitch
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