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deejay chopper - fuck dat biitch! lyrics

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[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game? you can’t touch that sh+t
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck that b+tch (f+ck that b+tch), f+ck that b+tch
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck that b+tch (f+ck that b+tch), f+ck that b+tch
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch

[verse 1: young dro]
three, what you wanna do here? b+tch, i’ma float like root beer
still workin’ on gettin’ the coupe cleared, you ain’t got none of my shoe gear
red on the bottom, right, that red, shawty, she a model, her hair red
b+tch you ugly and b+tch you ugly, and both y’all hoes look scary
i don’t wanna get married (nope) chick, you a bird, parrot
i’m еatin’ so good these hoes likе, “boy you’re gettin’ fat, eat salad”
i’m ridin’ round and i’m gettin’ it in and i’m bunkin (2 chainz)
got your main b+tch on my d+ck, sh+t, she ain’t nothin’ (you lame)
her hips fat, i seen her walk past, i was like, “sh+t”
she seen my audemars, she tried to touch that, i said, “b+tch”
i bang hoes ridin’ in the top drop range rove
i train hoes, i’m a pimp, trinidad james clothes

[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game? you can’t touch that sh+t
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck that b+tch, f+ck that b+tch
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck that b+tch, f+ck that b+tch
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch
[verse 2: young dro]
three, fdb man, fly like airtran
me and e+louie’s got checkerboards on, you ain’t got that pair man
with my fdb clique, thirty+three deep sh+t
you tell that b+tch, “man f+ck that ho, i ain’t stuntin’ that cheap trick”
six for a bird bath, b+tch, where’s your skirt at?
ah, i like it, blowin’ that kush on you like purp packs
y’all n+ggas so wack, and b+tch you so green
i pull up on the scene in the green saleen, yeah n+gga, i’m too clean
westside, what’s upper? y’all n+ggas my supper
f+ck that b+tch, ‘fore i do that sh+t, i might need me a rubber
belly on rotund, one whip, four guns
if you see the baby mama holla, “f+ck that b+tch”, that ho ain’t no one

[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game? you can’t touch that sh+t
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck that b+tch, f+ck that b+tch
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch
f+ck that b+tch, f+ck that b+tch
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch

[outro: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game? you can’t touch that sh+t
b+tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f+ck me? nah, f+ck that b+tch



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