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da choia boiz - j.p. morgan lyrics

[intro: jworm]
da choia boiz
we’re making noise
coming back with a heater heater
lil jojo (arriba)

[hook: jworm]
i got no job it’s a problem i’m kinda going crazy, lately
i just did crack and i’m smacked arm c+cked back to punch a baby, maybe
b+tch

[verse 1: jworm]
i’m in this b+tch hitting l!cks making hits in the midst of the west like i’m billy the kid (blaow)
said he gon pull out a gl!ck so i slid and i murdered his girl but took him to the shed (come here)
give him his wings then i see what he thinkin and i split his wig like chicken with no head (lil b+tch)
we runnin in circles i’m gunnin til curfew i’m wantin to hurt you and leavin you dead
don’t got a job they payin with severance
crack in my blood now i’m higher than everest (ooh, my stomach)
after me but they never get evidence
spray him with strays til the body’s a beverage
100k but a k is silenced
quiet (shh)
i make it rain with no clouds in the sky
wet up the town you can count on it that it’ll never go dry (wet wet wet wet)

[chorus: yung sneezie]
i got no job it’s a problem i’m kinda going crazy, lately
i just did crack and i’m smacked arm c+cked back to punch a baby, maybe
all of my dawgs got my back we a pack nwords got rabies you’ll never take me
doing dumb sh+t in the city they with me on the daily, don’t sh+t faze me
[verse 2: yung sneezie]
even steven with the heat i leave him leaking heaving bleeding now he dreaming sleeping (huh, ops)
then i’m gone like the weeknd his family shrieking they paying the deacon he begin the preaching (b+tch you dead)
but i gotta get away i got no time
from the bottom but i stay on top of mine (top top)
put a body in a case when i pop my nine
gotta get it man i can’t stop (go)
pull up on you with the whole gang
let the bullets fly let them b+tches sang
when i k!ll a n+gga don’t feel no pain
i don’t got shame they don’t got names (nada)
i might come to your city and f+ck up your life
doctor saying that you losing the fight (b+tch)
got you praying got you begging to christ
talking stupid i bet you thinking twice (yeahh)
let’s get it started pull out the shotty then we gon bust in the party (bow bow)
pull the trigger i’m popping in sync with the beat n0body know that i shot him (what the f+ck)
tell em give me the wallets i’m asking who shot ya i do sh+t big like chris wallace (uh)
n+ggas watching me run in your pockets they don’t give a f+ck cuz the party not stopping

[chorus: jworm & yung sneezie]
i got no job it’s a problem i’m kinda going crazy, lately
i just did crack and i’m smacked arm c+cked back to punch a baby, maybe
all of my dawgs got my back we a pack n+ggas got rabies you’ll never take me (alright now)
doing dumb sh+t in the city they with me on the daily, don’t sh+t faze me
[outro: yung sneezie]
crack the window just to air this sh+t out
whenever in doubt
i’m quick to put the barrel to mouth (uh)
as a reminder i don’t hesitate to leave a n+ggas parents without
a rhyme or reason why the kid became a stain on the couch (uh)
now take into account the stupid sh+t you saying about
a n+gga ain’t got sh+t to lose and the world to prove to
the urge to shoot you’s absurd i’m coo coo
i murdered two dudes

- da choia boiz lyrics

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