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Choppas Lyrics - Artist : Stitches
All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas
All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas I flee the scene, I leave the country in my chopper I flee the scene, I leave the country in my chopper I kill a nigga, leave the scene up in my chopper I just got two Mexicos riding in my chopper It’s a dirty game, oh yeah, it’s a dirty world I’m that nigga that’s gonna sell cocaine to a pregnant girl Who gives a fuck about what a nigga think 'bout me?! I catch a chocolate at the judge, yeah, I am guilty My lawyer good, so he gon’ beat that case I’ll shoot ya in the face, it will read about yo race No discrimination when it comes to that murder, nigga And if I find out you snitchin’ then it’s a murder, nigga When it comes to my respect, that’s all I am about You say you tottin’ choppas but that’s somethin’ that I doubt All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas I flee the scene, I leave the country in my chopper I flee the scene, I leave the country in my chopper The police pulled me over on my way to the airport These choppers only thing I'm trusting gives me my support I kill a pig quick, now I'm gon' cut your bacon, nigga Aye, fuck the police 'cause a lot of them fools be faking, nigga Every show that I perform I got cops up in now They always raid my tour bus 'cause I got cocaine up in there But they can't find it, I bet a million they can't find it I might just kill all these cops just because a nigga grimy So before you pull me over you should think twice Because today might be the day that you gon' lose your life Fuck the DEA, fuck all of the feds I'm like Mexicans, [?] gon' cut your head All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas All my niggas ready, we strapped with them choppas I flee the scene, I leave the country in my chopper I flee the scene, I leave the country in my chopper |
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