Paroles de la chanson Choppa Doctor par YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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Paroles de la chanson Choppa Doctor par YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o-matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back and all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull upside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass fuckin' choppa
Dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, wack that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head infront his todler
Dead boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor
And I am the problem, and I am the issue
And I am the remedy, turn up with my nigga
Dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, wack that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head infront his todler
Dead boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor
And I am the problem, and I am the issue
And I am the remedy, turn up with my nigga
I got the ratchetest bitches, come from rag to gas to riches
Went from fightin', then to killin', cool like Antifreeze, then blew the ceilin'
Got ahead of me, bitch, no you didn't, paper, I've been sippin' sealant
Hurstin', I've been lurkin', catch 'em workin' and I pop out with it
Where at, I'm gon' split his fitted, FIFA, bitch, no we can't kick it
Want it, 'fore I hit it, lick it, oh, lil bitch watch, I dive up in it
Divin' and he better not beat me, bet he not gon' see next season
Occasion, I got season in these heaters, this the hottest feastin'
MAC and it's small, but lethal, and I call this bitch Mac Mini
Went from fightin', then to killin', cool like Antifreeze, then blew the ceilin'
Got ahead of me, bitch, no you didn't, paper, I've been sippin' sealant
Hurstin', I've been lurkin', catch 'em workin' and I pop out with it
Where at, I'm gon' split his fitted, FIFA, bitch, no we can't kick it
Want it, 'fore I hit it, lick it, oh, lil bitch watch, I dive up in it
Divin' and he better not beat me, bet he not gon' see next season
Occasion, I got season in these heaters, this the hottest feastin'
MAC and it's small, but lethal, and I call this bitch Mac Mini
Record the boy, like Jason, think I'm Jason, when I'm masked up, nigga
Fuck it, they be hatin' slime, triple O got all kinds
Double O inside the clip, rollin' out, it's 'bout time
Bitch, you best respect my mind, them niggas from your project dyin'
When them hitta's go to slidin', catch him, hop out, walk him down
Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o-matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Fuck it, they be hatin' slime, triple O got all kinds
Double O inside the clip, rollin' out, it's 'bout time
Bitch, you best respect my mind, them niggas from your project dyin'
When them hitta's go to slidin', catch him, hop out, walk him down
Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o-matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back and all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull upside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass fuckin' choppa
Dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, wack that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head infront his todler
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back and all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull upside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass fuckin' choppa
Dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, wack that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head infront his todler
Dead boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor
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