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chopz (mi) & babyfxce e - ducking shit lyrics

[intro: chopz]
(nito, what up my n+gga)
b+tch
m block, all that sh+t n+gga
walk, strike
chopz
we ain’t duckin’ sh+t, n+gga, only thing we do—, alright
b+tch, b+tch
(nito)

[verse 1: chopz]
we ain’t duckin’ sh+t, the only thing we duck is twelve
try to slide down the m (b+tch), n+gga, we gon’ cause h+ll (b+tch)
we the type to throw shots, we don’t call twelve
b+tch asked for somethin’, she better off going to a wishing well
real trap n+gga, use my eyeball, i don’t need a scale
i can walk a n+gga down, i don’t need no f+ckin’ heat
i can still run up a bag if i ain’t have no f+ckin’ feet
no songs ain’t even out yet, they still ask, “how much a feat?”
the chop make you freeze like a pic, it’s without the cheese
the switch was gone in a “frrt+frrt”, man that sh+t a breeze
b+tch want a don shot from chopz, get on your knees
you say you got some sh+t for chopz, n+gga, hope you pull up with cheese
b+tch give me dumb head, you think she hate her brain
.45’ll crop a n+gga out, take him out the frame
pullin’ up in all fast dudes, n+gga, stay in your lane
just lot a chop, b+tch, every time i talk, it’s flames

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
my b+tch caught me with another b+tch, it was so hard to explain
yeah, so i’m like, “f+ck it, i ain’t gon’ explain it”
slapped fire out bro, then told his ass, “this ain’t dangerous”
stop lookin’ at my gun before i make you face it, huh
i think they forgot that five+seven got tracers
your b+tch get so crazy, hoe, stop runnin’, ’cause i’m not gon’ chase you
put that metal on him, i bet it stop him, man, this b+tch a stapler
right hand just hanging out the hood, bro, this b+tch a shaker
still will use my hands and really beat on a n+gga
put my feet on a n+gga, while my heat on me, n+gga
every block that i lived, finna tat my street on me, n+gga
the chop antisocial, he ain’t seen no other n+ggas
off that julio, she ain’t seen no other liquor
he ain’t tied in for real if you ain’t seen him in no pictures
don’t get hit with two+three, bro, that b+tch a stickler
come through throwin’ curveb+lls, man, that b+tch a pitcher

- chopz mi babyfxce e lyrics

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