Paroles de la chanson Dirty Choppa par Li Rye
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Paroles de la chanson Dirty Choppa par Li Rye
(Call that boy Duhvinci how he up it and just paint shit)
Fuck the judge, I ain't goin' to court, I'm ridin' dirty with a stolen Glock
In an all-black Suburban, make niggas nervous when we hit the block
Can't get no job, he swervin' while he servin', I ain't tryna punch a clock
Told MC make another hit while I make these niggas body rock
Takin' shit, lil' bro ain't buy that Glock, but he clutch that bitch like he did
Caught him loafin' with his ho, ain't kill a bitch, but split his wig
Drop an opp, fire up a cig
Sacrifice niggas like pigs
Get the job done
Chase murder, we think it's fun
Spin, pull your gun
Chase him if he run
We killed her oldest son
Mystikal, I'm on the run
Still be catchin' flights, hope they don't grab me when I land
Fuckin' bad hoes on the road, them bitches know that I'm the man
When you with me, turn off your phone, ain't with that messy shit, bitch, you can leave
VVs bustin' off my necklace, I keep on rollin' tree
Drop an opp, fire up a cig
Sacrifice niggas like pigs
Get the job done
Chase murder, we think it's fun
Spin, pull your gun
Chase him if he run
We killed her oldest son
Mystikal, I'm on the run
Still be catchin' flights, hope they don't grab me when I land
Fuckin' bad hoes on the road, them bitches know that I'm the man
When you with me, turn off your phone, ain't with that messy shit, bitch, you can leave
VVs bustin' off my necklace, I keep on rollin' tree
Red stay on my mind, my nigga died, some shit I can't believe
If you ain't slangin' iron, don't hit my line, no point in talk to me
Fuck the judge, I ain't goin' to court, I'm ridin' dirty with a stolen Glock
In an all-black Suburban, make niggas nervous when we hit the block
Can't get no job, he swervin' while he servin', I ain't tryna punch a clock
Told MC make another hit while I make these niggas body rock
All my diggers do dirt in the dark, pray it don't hit the light
One of these hoes gave out my drop, should've knew that stupid bitch wasn't right
If you ain't slangin' iron, don't hit my line, no point in talk to me
Fuck the judge, I ain't goin' to court, I'm ridin' dirty with a stolen Glock
In an all-black Suburban, make niggas nervous when we hit the block
Can't get no job, he swervin' while he servin', I ain't tryna punch a clock
Told MC make another hit while I make these niggas body rock
All my diggers do dirt in the dark, pray it don't hit the light
One of these hoes gave out my drop, should've knew that stupid bitch wasn't right
All my diggers do dirt in the dark, pray it don't hit the light
One of these hoes gave out my drop, should've knew that stupid bitch wasn't right
Them niggas had the lo' and ain't come spin, that shit told me a lot
They pussy, wasn't hard to figure it out
She ain't suckin' no dick, then I'm kickin' her out
Four different Glocks, three different Gens in a rental car when they try to spin
Let out sixty shots when they get the drop, won't be no breathin' then
We the reason niggas'll never breathe again
I look in the mirror and see my evil twin
You think he won't snake you 'cause you locked in?
One of these hoes gave out my drop, should've knew that stupid bitch wasn't right
Them niggas had the lo' and ain't come spin, that shit told me a lot
They pussy, wasn't hard to figure it out
She ain't suckin' no dick, then I'm kickin' her out
Four different Glocks, three different Gens in a rental car when they try to spin
Let out sixty shots when they get the drop, won't be no breathin' then
We the reason niggas'll never breathe again
I look in the mirror and see my evil twin
You think he won't snake you 'cause you locked in?
Lil' bro slimier than a bitch and he got dead friends
Lot of shit been on my mind, but mostly, it been homicide
If you scared to do the time, then why the fuck you do the crime?
Made some niggas mama cry, and 'bout that, I can't even lie
Some of them fuck niggas ain't even die, so that bitch tears was bound to dry
Fuck the judge, I ain't goin' to court, I'm ridin' dirty with a stolen Glock
In an all-black Suburban, make niggas nervous when we hit the block
Can't get no job, he swervin' while he servin', I ain't tryna punch a clock
Told MC make another hit while I make these niggas body rock
Lot of shit been on my mind, but mostly, it been homicide
If you scared to do the time, then why the fuck you do the crime?
Made some niggas mama cry, and 'bout that, I can't even lie
Some of them fuck niggas ain't even die, so that bitch tears was bound to dry
Fuck the judge, I ain't goin' to court, I'm ridin' dirty with a stolen Glock
In an all-black Suburban, make niggas nervous when we hit the block
Can't get no job, he swervin' while he servin', I ain't tryna punch a clock
Told MC make another hit while I make these niggas body rock
All my diggers do dirt in the dark, pray it don't hit the light
One of these hoes gave out my drop, should've knew that stupid bitch wasn't right
All my diggers do dirt in the dark, pray it don't hit the light
One of these hoes gave out my drop, should've knew that stupid bitch wasn't right
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