Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Pimp a broke bitch, made that bitch rich (rich) Mac-11 on me, yeah we tote them poles (huh?) Dirty Sprite, yeah I dropped a fuckin' bean (bean) Walked inside the crib, two bad bitches on my bed (huh?) Chain swangin' off my neck, bitch is breakin' neck (ugh) I just threw a Xan, asked your bitch she dropped the split Hop up in that foreign, hop up in that Lexus (skrt, skrt) Hop up in the foreign, hop up in Mercedes (skrt, skrt) Ten grand for a show, runnin' up that stack (racks) Yeah your bitch, yeah she want me for some cash (cash) She don't wanna leave me 'lone Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin, bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Fiji water, diamonds all up in my chains Fiji water, diamonds all up in my rings (rings) Diamonds shine like blang, we just hit a stain (huh?) Riding in the Range, Range Rover, now she quick to bendin' over Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't talk to you Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't take you home Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't bend you over Now we spending cash, on some fuckin' jeans Saint Laurent jeans Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Ernesto Enrique Carralero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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