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chapo the beauty - army lyrics

[verse]
why you think i got this cross on my neck for?
i’m a target so i’m locking up the front door
i’m r-t-rded but i’m smarter than a punk though
brought the loud up to the party and it stunk though
ya talking out your neck, i’ll make ya say it with your chest
i’m aiming at your homie, why the f-ck you got a vest?
the people staying on me claim they aiming at my head
but i pop out with the army, now they running to the feds
i’m balling like a laker, take the hair up off my head
they calling me a baker ’cause i’m always making bread
you think you’re talking silent but i’m hearing what you said
from the way things are looking, you’d be better off dead
glock real big, got a kick that’ll stun hoes
stock real big, got a b-tch that’ll hunt hoes
speaking on my people, you get left with a snub-nosed
859, yeah, the city, know we run those
money stay tight, mr. krabs, where your head at
speaking on my name, you get left where you dead at
she biting on my hand but it’s where the b-tch fed at
i don’t f-ck with b-tches so i’m buying me a head-wrap
no ac, riding fast in this b-tch
m-a-c, got a rat in this b-tch
she wanted me to f-ck but i couldn’t make the time
’til i got a little tipsy off the yak in this b-tch
she a dog, i’ma give her -ss a bone, take a walk with her
b-tch keep on blowing up my phone, i can’t talk with her
choppa put bullets in your dome, brought a stock with her
asian b-tch spitting on the d-ck, made a wok with her
opps always faking, all talk, they don’t rock with it
loaded up, my c-ckin’ this glock, take a shot with it
b-tch i’m ’bout to double cup the snot and a jock with it
claiming that he looking for the smoke, but he not with it
pull up on a b-tch i don’t care if the feds watch
make him do the twist like he had on some dreadlocks
pull up with the flint and i stone him like bedrock
said i’m a brick, i said b-tch i’m a hedgehog
i’m riding in this bentley truck, burner on my hip
cuban thing i’m feeling, keep on rubbing on my hip
and i ain’t even hit her but she calling me a pimp
get the b-tch doing work, rolling cookies in the zip
top off the vert, hop out the uzi
my boy of the perc, heat up like jacuzzi
i’m sipping on purpp, but i can’t accuse it
the p-ssy superb, i never refuse it

- chapo the beauty lyrics

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