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k7thefinesser - choppa friends lyrics

[intro]
(viper)
(ooh, jony)

[chorus: k7thefinesser]
chopper got me doin’ my chopper dance
you don’t really want smoke with the gang, them my chopper friends
i put the percs up, today, i’m ’bout to pop a xan
.223s shootin’ at your face, it knocked off his limbs
chopper got me doin’ my chopper dance
you don’t really want smoke with the gang, them my chopper friends
i put the percs up, today, i’m ’bout to pop a xan
.223s shootin’ at your face, it knocked off his limbs

[verse 1: k7thefinesser]
keep that fn on me, i ain’t ’bout to wrestle
call me a construction worker, i always keep that metal
y’all need to stay in y’all league, we on two different levels
mix a pеrc with the lean just to keep me mеllow
extended clip in the glock, it shootin’ like lamelo
i asked me what your name on it, bro, somebody bring the shovels
’cause i’m digging your grave in my backyard
i don’t want the softies, i want the n+ggas that act hard
i hate a f+ggot b+tch that keep testin’
got my hoes trappin’ out the best western
facetimin’ these hoes ’cause i don’t like textin’
up twenty+two hours, i can’t get rest in
[chorus: k7thefinesser]
chopper got me doin’ my chopper dance
you don’t really want smoke with the gang, them my chopper friends
i put the percs up, today, i’m ’bout to pop a xan
.223s shootin’ at your face, it knocked off his limbs
chopper got me doin’ my chopper dance
you don’t really want smoke with the gang, them my chopper friends
i put the percs up, today, i’m ’bout to pop a xan
.223s shootin’ at your face, it knocked off his limbs

[verse 2: qheph]
don’t run up quick, k7 known to keep extensions
known for breakin’ hoes and keepin’ all these b+tches out of tension
i had to chop the b+tch, tell the b+tch stay out of detention
the b+tch wanted to play with the trap, i had to put her in detention
i got some raws for you to use, b+tch, play at the convention
better grab that ap or rollie, decisions, decision
i’m that fly young n+gga with the raws, b+tch, not to mention
b+tch wanna play with the stove, this is not the kitchen
but if we puttin’ grease in the pot, b+tch, let’s make some chicken
it’s twenty+four hours in a day, b+tch, time is tickin’
i just hit my perky dance, now i got a n+gga itchin’
how n+ggas go to jail and get right out? they must be snitchin’

- k7thefinesser lyrics

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