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icewear vezzo – choppy talk lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, max, this one’s too hard)
i ain’t even know that b+tch was recordin’ for real
you know that we them boys for real
alright, when we gon’ start? (rich off pints, n+gga)
let me start right now
(max, this what we on, gang?)

[chorus]
i’m a lean sippin’, pill poppin’, dread+headed real rasta
chopper shooter, hitter, they gon’ have to find real doctors
got my nephew with me, he just wanna rob and k!ll somethin’
b+tch, we in the field— let me say it over, alright
i’m a lean sippin’, pill poppin’, dread+headed real rasta
chopper shooter, hittеr, they gon’ have to find real doctors
rеally from that way, they just rappin’, b+tch, we real monsters
grindin’ in the field, thuggin’, kway+kway, he gon’ k!ll somethin’

[verse]
b+tch, b+tch, i got real money (i got real money)
sn+tch a soul, like we in the store, i’m tryna steal somethin’ (come here)
pop a perc’, then another perc’, ain’t tryna heal nothin’ (uh+uh)
in your city, got a hundred sticks, we tryna build somethin’ (tryna build somethin’)
yeah, i get high ’til i don’t feel nothin’
all this ice on me, take it off, i call that chill b+tton (beep, beep, beep)
twenty for a show, an extra five if i got will comin’ (drank god)
i don’t want no eighths or want no line ’cause it’s a seal comin’ (’cause it’s a seal her)
f+ck her for a hundred, for a fee, she pry that p+ssy (uh+huh)
my youngins in the trenches bust your head for an ounce of cookie (for real)
bust a rollie down, yeah, this a trophy, i ain’t no rookie (bling)
we shoot his crib up to bring him to me, i’m tired of lookin’ (hah)
yeah, try to rob me, we whack his mama, i ain’t ace boogie (uh+uh)
we would’ve k!lled rico, that n+gga try me like i’m a p+ssy, yeah
vvs watch changin’ colors, look like gushers (gushers)
now that i think about it, ace would’ve never f+cked my sister, nah
p+ssy+ass n+gga, get out the club ’cause you is a coward (kermit)
b+tch, i been gettin’ money since lil’ jerry was rockin’ dallas, yeah
yeah, real ghetto boy, twenty+eight inch dubs on my denali (drank god)
i put a switch on it, now that b+tch faster than a challenger
[outro]
that b+tch faster than a challenger
fast as sh+t, n+gga
rich off pints
i ain’t even got nothin’ else to say, ’cause i just been
it’s just the type of time i’m on, for real
pour me up two, gang, i need like
we had only drunk an eight, it should be like
another like four left, some sh+t like that

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