
aa2x! & choppazay - tokyo ghoul lyrics
[intro: choppazay]
alright (alright), alright (alright)
c’mere
[verse 1: choppazay]
bullets in his chest, he got bronchitis
roses are red and my blues violet (yo)
punch on him till he say i got it (say i got it)
twin sip lean so he built like lil gotit (ugh)
b+tch throwin’ ass when she post on her private (post on her private)
percs came in, i’m feelin’ excited (ooh)
do the pooh shiesty spread so i can show my blues (show my blues)
get a b+tch, say “ho’ is you cool?” (hdrrr)
feinin’ for flesh like tokyo ghoul (yeah)
with my fives with the 10 bullet wolves (play ball!)
these n+ggas ain’t see us pop out ’cause we just spun (spun)
i’ll makе you feel some type of way, long live rich homiе quan (rich homie quan)
racist white man pop out with shotgun if you step on his lawn (step on his lawn)
bih’ want me to read her mind like what the f+ck? just say what you want (just say what you want)
n+gga tried to swing left, tried to swing right, but he missed so i laugh and taunt (laugh and taunt)
i know a couple bloods, but got one partner thats crip, he cap’n crunch (cap’n crunch)
b+tch i’m swingin’ that axe ’cause i’m a viking (hdrrr)
with my crew, we like the teen titans (yo)
hit you with “blaow” just so i can get siphon (yo)
i got good bread like hawaiian (hawaiian)
huh, spear on me like orion (orion)
don’t give up baby i’m tryin’ (i’m tryin’)
don’t wanna stay down, hoe you triflin’ (yo)
b+tch, i’m the king, i’m the lion (yo)
[bridge: aa2x! & choppazay]
yo (fu+f+ckboy)
f+ck n+gga (n+gga)
(b+tch) b+tch ass n+gga
what ham (uh)
what these— what these n+ggas tammat, twin?
they ain’t talkin’ ’bout nun
what the— what the f+ck these n+ggas on, shawty?
[verse 2: aa2x!]
pull out the shotty, i’ma add some suppression
runnin’ with sticks, all my pants got compression
he wanted smoke, he need finish the session
he try to cross pablo, i’ma bless him
this sh+t don’t work out, the ambulance stretch him
im from the nola, this voodoo gon’ hex him
32 defense, i ball colin s+xton
went through his b+tch phone, he seen us s+xtin’
i call an iso, ain’t passin’ that ball
fake n+gga typin’ like dog with a blog
f+ck a white flag, you can’t call this sh+t off
these n+ggas k3, they talk to the laws
i’m on my lonely, shoot this, you need backup
50 cal hit him, that boy gettin’ back up
we on the field, call a blitz, get yo’ sack up
wan’ be a city girl, i make her act up
u+ugh, u+ugh
pape leave him in woods like i’m slender
d+ck on the nina, gon’ change up the gender
trash ass pack, i return it to sender
spinnin’ with blade, put his ass in a blender
yo’ b+tch suck me off the bone and you tender
skin me a leopard, get cold for the winter
knock out his t++th, he gon’ need him some dentures
got a tec, call up, tell chop “i’m reloading”
pill after pill, wanted rock, he rollin’
b+tch, this a striker, i’ma drive like it’s stolen
kickback a’ kick and knock off n+gga colon
wan’ go to war, swing the cutter like conan
said he gon’ slide, tell no n+gga foldin’
n+ggas get pint with this b+tch, i ain’t bowlin’
n+gga still lookin’ for the fire, been sold it
[outro: aa2x!]
dumb ah n+gga, i been sold yo’ sh+t
wasn’t gon’ do nun with that b+tch
the f+ck?
f+ck wrong with him
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