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gucci mane & b.g. - choppers & bricks lyrics

[intro: b.g.]
what? yeah
don’t think the streets ready for this sh+t, jit (turn me up, kino)

[chorus: b.g.]
got a lot of chops (yeah, lot of chops, yeah)
lot of bricks (come on, lot of bricks)
you want some dope? (yeah, want some dope, yeah)
we got that fent’ (come on, got that fent’)
that n+gga broke (yeah, that n+gga broke, yeah)
my n+ggas rich (come on, my n+ggas rich)
i like ’em slim (yeah, i like ’em slim, yeah)
i love ’em thick (yeah, i love ’em thick)
got a lot of chops (yeah, lot of chops, yeah)
lot of bricks (yeah, lot of bricks)
you want some dope? (yeah, want some dope, yeah)
we got that fent’ (yeah, got that fent’)
that n+gga broke (yeah, that n+gga broke, yeah)
my n+ggas rich (come on, my n+ggas rich)
i like ’em slim (yeah, i like ’em slim, yeah)
i love ’em thick (come on, love ’em thick)

[verse 1: b.g.]
wop and gizzle in this b+tch, you know what that mean (that mean)
streets in line for this real n+gga vaccine (vaccine)
i got two b+tches on my line tryna tag+team (tag+team)
got out of jail, it’s like i woke up from a bad dream (bad)
i’m independent, i ain’t signin’ with no bad team (yeah, bad team)
n+ggas b+tches, out here actin’ like a drag queen (drag queen)
walked out the pent’, hopped in that coupe, jumped in the fast lane (fast)
ain’t play no games, n+gga, look how fast that bag came (yeah)
my reputation certified, ain’t got no bad name (bad name)
i always struck my target, never had no bad aim (bad aim)
a couple bad b+tches tryna get my last name (last name)
i had to dump my last b+tch, she was a bad claim (yeah)
[chorus: b.g. & gucci mane]
got a lot of chops (yeah, lot of chops, yeah)
lot of bricks (come on, lot of bricks)
you want some dope? (yeah, want some dope, yeah)
we got that fent’ (come on, got that fent’)
that n+gga broke (yeah, that n+gga broke, yeah)
my n+ggas rich (come on, my n+ggas rich)
i like ’em slim (yeah, i like ’em slim, yeah)
i love ’em thick (yeah, i love ’em thick)
got a lot of chops (yeah, lot of chops, yeah, huh?)
lot of bricks (lot of bricks)
you want some dope? (yeah, you want this dope? yeah)
we got that fent’ (yeah, got that fent’, gang)
that n+gga broke (yeah, that n+gga broke, yeah)
my n+ggas rich (my n+ggas rich, well, d+mn)
i like ’em slim (yeah, i like ’em slim, yeah)
i love ’em thick (go, love ’em thick)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
it’s you who made that bed, so you gon’ lay in that, n+gga (uh)
it’s whispers that it’s money on your head now, n+gga (cha+ching)
see, i ain’t gonna talk, i’ll let my bread talk to ya (talk)
but how you let some n+ggas in the feds outdo ya? (well, d+mn)
guwop and b gizzle, hot boy and so icy gang (hot, hot)
straight drop, it come back, let’s just call and that sh+t bling+bling (burr)
he got a record label, but that sh+t’s a rinky+d+nk (a rinky+d+nk)
i got his whole label budget, yeah, on my pinky ring (bling+bling)
y’all used to meet up and go hate out at the skatin’ ring (huh?)
i was in the lab water whippin’ with the sink (skrrt, skrrt)
you know my b+tch complainin’ ’bout the odor ’cause it stink (wow)
and keep my circle tight just like cubans, but we don’t link (it’s gucci)
[chorus: b.g.]
got a lot of chops (yeah, lot of chops, yeah)
lot of bricks (come on, lot of bricks)
you want some dope? (yeah, want some dope, yeah)
we got that fent’ (come on, got that fent’)
that n+gga broke (yeah, that n+gga broke, yeah)
my n+ggas rich (come on, my n+ggas rich)
i like ’em slim (yeah, i like ’em slim, yeah)
i love ’em thick (yeah, i love ’em thick)
got a lot of chops (yeah, lot of chops, yeah)
lot of bricks (yeah, lot of bricks)
you want some dope? (yeah, want some dope, yeah)
we got that fent’ (yeah, got that fent’)
that n+gga broke (yeah, that n+gga broke, yeah)
my n+ggas rich (come on, my n+ggas rich)
i like ’em slim (yeah, i like ’em slim, yeah)
i love ’em thick (come on, love ’em thick)

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