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bhompy2x - choppa3 lyrics

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(gang)
(tightt tightt)
(gang gang)

bhompy2x
uh p+ssy got hit with a figi
i caught a body i’m feeling like ceedee
f+ck then i dip she like bhompy don’t leave me
serving these keys i’m feeling like stevie
these n+ggas my fans they watch me like tv
these n+ggas my fans they just want to be me
that n+gga he fruity that n+gga a kiwi
dishing out shots we not signing a treaty
i up the chop he got hit with a beamy
tightt
i spun on his block i spun in a tight tee
that n+gga a b+tch he don’t wanna fight me
long head b+tch she look like a viking
i get the ball and i dunk it like ja
you know i’m with bhompy he rolling that za
dc n+gga he calling me bob
not personal beef straight selling popeyes
that n+gga a loser and he don’t got no job

bhompy2x
suave and wavy you know that’s the mob
she give me top yeah she slob on my kn+b
ye in my city you know i’m a god
after i f+ck gave tightt a lob
yeah like i’m magic
f+cking a bad b+tch
up on the chop now he don’t want static
f+cking with me you know sh+t will get tragic
get to the green yeah i get to the cabbage
21 shots now they calling me savage

tightt
21 shots yeah i’m feeling like 50
cruising in an srt with a sticky
i f+ck your b+tch and i shuffle like icky
balling in cali i’m feeling like iggy
can’t f+ck with them hoes that be smoking them ciggys
telling them stories i feel like sl!ck ricky
she screaming tightt i can’t take it no more
hit from the back now we all on the floor
and i took her to france yeah we shopping in stores
i told bhompy go pour me a four
if i catch a opp better pray to the lord

xay
if i catch a opp better pray he don’t slip
he was running like forrest got hit with a clip
30 on me keep that sh+t on my hip
i don’t got time to waste i’ma f+ck her and dip
rich b+tch ima finesse for the bag
she give me head like ash kaash
he sent me his verse man that’s trash
run it up get to the fast racks

i rap off the dome n+gga this not written
tisa korean i’m f+cking then dipping
he thinking he tough cus that boy got a smitthon
i got this b+tch give me head when i’m whipping
i guess it’s cool cus my windows is tinted
i’m just tryna f+ck shawty why is we kissing
no i’m not in the gym but this blunt got me lifted

suave
she don’t wanna f+ck so i showed her tho door
summon my hammer i’m feeling like thor
yeah i got guapo i need me some more
yeah, uh
pulled up to the party they said “where’s tightt?”
probably chilling with bhompy
hall of fame acrobat they cannot block me
me and my n+ggas playing 2k man
i’m boutta give my momma 2, 3 bands
squad deep pulled up 2, 3 vans
and they not uber
she investigating scooby+doo
no captain america my bands blue
she heard me rap said “i knew it was you”
bet she was capping

bhompy2x
dripping that water can you pass me a napkin
burberry coat yeah i think i’m satin
shot him up close now his body lagging
uh, uh
yeah his body glitching
i keep a glock tightt keep a smitthon
i need a rich b+tch london tipton
smoking b+ttowski the blunt kicking
had to cut her off cus the shawty don’t listen
(gang)

- bhompy2x lyrics

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