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"Choppa" lyrics by JOEY FATTS
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[feat. A$AP Rocky & Danny Brown]

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Cocky and conceited
I got a bunch of reasons
Refused to be mistreated
I'll be damned if I repeat it
I be that Pretty Flacko
I tell her go retweet it
I ask her for her number
I fuck her, then delete it
Chillin' in my drop
Nigga beatin' down yo' block
Shakin' off the pigs
And I leave it like my top
Bitch up on my cock
Got my hand up on my Glock, uh
Money in my sock
Nigga give me what you got
You could call me Mr. Retail
PL for my females
Bitches suck me down low
You niggas on the DL
I interrupt yo shit quick, yeah I'm on my Ezel
Dump 'em by the ocean you can find 'em with the seashells
Rollin' rollin' rollin' I ain't talkin' 'bout no pills
Cars stolen, stolen, make em tell about the wheels
Gettin' all this money give a fuck 'bout how you feel
Feelin' on this [?]

[Hook: Danny Brown]
Chopper, choppa hundred shots
Knocking pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls
Like gimme' what you got
Straght drop in a pot
Got the watch, throw it once
And it's hot, non-stop
Like gimme' what you got
What you got, Gimme what you got

[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
Strapped up and weeded
Beefin' I got my reasons
We creepin'
Better pray that you blessed when the snub sneazin'
My bitches, love eatin'
So that's threesome when we meetin'
Yo bitch cheatin'
Wait 'til you leave and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest
2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary
Michael Vick with clips
Pull off the hip and send bullets to your secondary
Run the field like Barry
Livin' legendary
Foreign cars vary
Stickin' dick in business
Hoes give me they heart like it's the fourteenth of
Played up from the start
I'm just fucking legal for you to marry
It's too much money in this world to worry bout a bitch
Unless she workin' the strip makin' my pockets flip
My kind of bitch
Man she quick and slide off in a Jeep
I haven't trusted a bitch since T.L.C. creep


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