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chris king - bedrocker! lyrics

[verse 1: mak sauce]
and i
just popped and e, i’m somewhere rolling off this ecstasy
i’m geeked off telsa pills like elon musk, done got the best of me
stack up that cabbage, i wrap up that cabbage, i stack up that cabbage and blow it again
walk up the steps and i’m fly as a [?], 2 bad hoes on when i’m boarding the jet
chopsticks, board the jet
he want pressure, get him wet
2 c’s on little chelsea like i bought her a cha+nay+nay bag
michael jordan, body bag his ass
he play, we wrap his ass
n+gga get toe tagged, oh yea
told her to throw it back, go ‘head
master p, f+ck that sh+t i’m balling with no limit
copped a bentley then i wrecked it
got baguetties on my necklace
baguetti spaghetti
run up my watch, fitted
don’t eat green but i get to that lettuce
hopped inside that h+llcat and i hauled ass
bozo swing that chopper like a ball bag (all flats)
when i dip the wings, crispy cream, boneless wings and things
put your chin right on this spleen and have that p+ssy n+gga sleep
f+ck it, i go all in
burberry with the dark tint
what he said?
f+ck that, bring his head tomorrow
real deal popper, i hit the chopper
sauce, no walka
no zoey, but dollaz
feel like a pimp, i’ma pop my collar
cake, betty crocker
heart stopper
with that chopper
better duck when we bust it
rock+a+bye, leave him concussion
i take the cap off his blueberry m+ffin
hold on wait
met her once and f+cked her face
ándale
he’ll get clapped like patty cake, patty cake
mak where you at
riding through la with sticks and k’s
[chorus: mak sauce]
i got 10 choppers
i’ma head popper
where the baby bottle
real deal pilly popper
chopper spraying something
f+ck your man, he dead homie (but mak!)
oh, i’m tripping, thought a p+ssy n+gga said something
i got 10 choppers
i’ma head popper
where the baby bottle
real deal pilly popper
chopper spraying something
f+ck your man, he dead homie (but mak!)
oh, i’m tripping, thought a p+ssy n+gga said something

[verse 2: chris king]
keeping glocks [?]
and we giving the hospital bed pain
[?]
[?] new vlone, lieutenant dan
[?]
i pop a perc, it’s a 10, it’s a decadence
bet this bullet be lighter than breath of wind
[?] and the brand new benz
[?] designer luggage
on the baggage claim where you might get discovered
the cup went off+road and that b+tch is muddy
sliding like jelly and peanut b+tter
i make it look easy, it’s nothing
i slide on an opp like he said something ’bout my mama
[?], i keep it on me
[?]
[chorus: mak sauce]
i got 10 choppers
i’ma head popper
where the baby bottle
real deal pilly popper
chopper spraying something
f+ck your man, he dead homie (but mak!)
oh, i’m tripping, thought a p+ssy n+gga said something
i got 10 choppers
i’ma head popper
where the baby bottle
real deal pilly popper
chopper spraying something
f+ck your man, he dead homie (but mak!)
oh, i’m tripping, thought a p+ssy n+gga said something

[verse 3: 5ive]
excuse me, beg your pardon
i thought a p+ssy n+gga really said something
truth be told i ain’t got time to hold a conversation unless i’m getting bread from it
n+ggas always tryna c+ck+block so i c+ck+block and bust lead from it
p+ssy n+gga i’ma top shotter on my block
n+gga, you just [?] running
i just shoot a couple racks off to them goons and they get the [?]
you ain’t get what i said, dummy?
go get that n+gga
fresher than a b+tch, i’m walking with the clique, i got a semi on my hip
if a n+gga trip i up it off my hip and empty out the whole clip
p+ssy n+gga trip, i’m jumping out the whip and you can bet it’s going down
go get that n+gga
[chorus: mak sauce]
i got 10 choppers
i’ma head popper
where the baby bottle
real deal pilly popper
chopper spraying something
f+ck your man, he dead homie (but mak!)
oh, i’m tripping, thought a p+ssy n+gga said something
i got 10 choppers
i’ma head popper
where the baby bottle
real deal pilly popper
chopper spraying something
f+ck your man, he dead homie (but mak!)
oh, i’m tripping, thought a p+ssy n+gga said something

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