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boosie badazz – choppers n gunz lyrics

[intro: young thug]
choppers and guns
don’t play with us n-gga
we k!llin’ for fun
i promise to god
i promise to pablo
you know i’m a nino
my tolerance zero

[verse 1: boosie]
n-gga sn-tched from your house
clutch you on the couch
n-gga you don’t know my people
went to war with like 14 people
drink codeine like it’s legal
manny fresh in the cut all turned up
used to tell my homeboy slow down
laughed at me clutchin’ on the four pound
n-gga bumped his head ‘fore i came home
me and five gang in the regal
goin’ to get back at the busters
i told fat fall back with the jack heads
‘fore i came home, n-gga dusted
now they do it on them buses
come and get you like buster
all my side women know
do i still roll with buster?
i don’t lay down, play around with no n-gga
track life boss made, i’m a go getter
still real, still solid, no ho n-gga
you ain’t just heard what happened to them ho n-ggas?
everybody gettin’ shot, n-ggas gettin’ stopped
mommas really outchea losin’ they sons
might as well keep it real with them young n-ggas
might as well tell ’em get guns

[hook: boosie]
choppers and guns, choppers and guns
chop-chop-chop-choppers and guns
choppers and guns, choppers and guns
choppers and guns, choppers and guns
oh sh-t man, here we go with them choppers and guns
choppers and guns, choppers and guns
hope you got choppers and guns

[verse 2: lil durk]
i can hear my brother racin’ whip too
double homicide on ’em, sh-t we’re takin’ two
but this ain’t what you want with my breakthrough
lil n-gga but my heart like i make two
you become an opp, you got chased too
crackin’ on the boas and the change too
and you tell me tina murder ain’t make the news
if the devil k!ll me then i’m k!llin’ you
hood time we dark like my momma’s stress
keep it on me, macaroni’s how i aim next
and choppers on choppers, rather page dex
and i only want top, i don’t need s-x
and when i seen a brick it was summer of 06
i flooded out the rollie now i look like the ocean
police hurry up and i told ’em i don’t know sh-t
i talk a lot of sh-t like i got halitosis
n-ggas be mad, what they be mad at?
b-tches be broke, with they sad -ss
i’ma get fast cash
burkin’ bad-ss
my b-tch is the baddest, my diamonds the clearest (water)
you talkin’ bout robbin’ me? is you serious?
oh yeah-yeah

[verse 3: young thug]
aks and tecs on n-ggas
they aim at your neck for figures
these hoes know you fake, they know it
you camp and you flex on n-ggas
i shoot at ’em full speed
we shoot from the neck to knees
draw down with that tec and bleed
i’m rockin’ v-neck with v’s (vvs’s)
i pull up with a b-tch and let her riff it real rapid
we live by the codes of the streets, respect your daddy
gave a half a mil to the jeweler, now i’m cold like attics
you can’t have it (blat-blat-blat)
f-ck around, get whacked
thuggin’, n-gga what?
send him to the other room
yeah, next to the moon
when i’m geeked up, bottle shrooms
smoke his -ss like some fumes
where the

[verse 4: boosie]
n-ggas gettin’ smoked at the exxon
‘fore i leave the house, grab the teflon
i look at my n-gga, you outta here
don’t make me say where you was (?) here
n-gga lookin’ for you, they don’t ride round
f-ck a four boy, i got a five pound
chief keef with the sweep, sh-t get deeper
track like chi-town
nine shots, ten shots, we can get down
you can stand up b-tch but you gon’ sit down
you can man up b-tch and you get miss ’round
but we and-1 n-ggas and commit fouls
n-ggas out the road cause these n-ggas rat
shoulda got him when you seen his name up in black
yeah i’m real, gun one down for a (?)
juice wasn’t even no act

[verse 5: boosie]
my n-gga lil turn in the papers
heard he own a body in the cape
he looked at me like i’m a g though
this was when he was in three door
to-lu, he come for his kilos
but he got a bag of them squirters
a bag of money and a big -ss heart
it’s about to be capital murder
they swing and they whack you on purpose
they walk by your house like they turtles
you see ’em, you run, you jump hurdles
you left it at home now you murdered
how the f-ck i’m supposed to tell lil daddy chill out when the n-gga ’round tryna k!ll him
they k!lled his lil cousin and slim
these boys play above the rim

- boosie badazz lyrics

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