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fnf chop – walkdown lyrics

[intro]
why is everything chrome?

bridge:
cash…
clip so long b+tch it hang out the gl!ck
big chop walk down don’t hang out the whip
got money on my mind, don’t think ’bout a b+tch
drum drum go dumb when i slide with the stick

verse 1:
you better blow wit’ your life when that day come
choppers on choppers, come take one
b+tch i’m a lock to come shake sum’n
keem been a lock, b+tch that’s one of my day 1’s
try him, i’ll face sum’n, roll up the face, 1 big backwood to the muhf+ckin’ dome
in the trap for too long think it’s time to go home
had the b+tch for too long so i told her move on
for the future whip plays, had to switch up the phones
trap boomin’ got the train doing numbers
big glock with a clip full of thunder
1 shot put a f+ck n+gga under
(huh adlib)
i was down bad on my ass with like 6 straps
you was not there, don’t forget that
chopper break his ass in half like a kit kat
b+tch we got smoke like a kickback
stock on the kit has no kickback
shoot but you miss, what you hittin’ at?
talking that tough sh+t but what is you gettin’ at?
cuffin’ that thot, thot… oooooooh you kiss that b+tch on the lips
clip so long b+tch it hang out the gl!ck
big chop walk down don’t hang out the whip
got money on my mind, don’t think ’bout a b+tch
drum drum go dumb when i slide with the stick
bad b+tches on go watch her dive for the d+ck
deep strokes, send her home, she on live wit’ the sh+t
four nick with the beam you can’t hide from this b+tch
all crane came attached built inside of this b+tch
bridge:
40’s & carbons
glizzy make a f+ck n+gga dance like carlton
i don’t wanna smoke your weed, sh+t garbage
and i don’t really trust no b+tch to be honest
i got…..
40’s & carbons
glizzy make a f+ck n+gga dance like carlton
i don’t wanna smoke your weed, sh+t garbage
and i don’t really trust no b+tch to be honest

(oooooh, hey! adlib)

hook:
clip so long b+tch it hang out the gl!ck
big chop walk down don’t hang out the whip
got money on my mind, don’t think ’bout a b+tch
drum drum go dumb when i slide with the stick
(repeat) ((oooooh, hey! adlib)
clip so long b+tch it hang out the gl!ck
big chop walk down don’t hang out the whip
got money on my mind, don’t think ’bout a b+tch
drum drum go dumb when i slide with the stick

- fnf chop lyrics

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