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otm - el chapo lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
b+tch, ugh
(evince)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
sh+t, i feel like el chapo
i keep a stick in the louis, i brought a back too
it’s a drum on the chop, what would that do?
the stinc team don’t do weenies, you should get lost, b+tch
this n+gga funny
come by and say hi, these n+ggas wouldn’t
’cause they couldn’t
if they pull up on that sh+t, we gon’ blow ’em
knock a n+gga head off, small talk, we don’t do it
n+ggas got all this hate while i make a move on ’em (sh+t)
b+tch, shut the f+ck up
i’m a joint in the hood with my chains, n+gga, so what?
whack a n+gga broad day, sped off, made his car race
made a hundred on the one+ten, a strap with no car license
the streets eat you up, just remember, bro, don’t call
i’m outside on live, havin’ fun, i am not hidin’
just know if you see some crips with me, they might k!ll somethin’
nevermind, i’m just kiddin’, i was wildin’, huh?
ayy, let me use your gun, i gotta make a run
stinkmeaner with a k, i just soul sn+tched him
watch a n+gga soul shatter, i’m cut from a cold fabric
cannon make him scream like a b+tch, he’s a cold actress
ballin’ with the stincs not likely, n+gga, go practice
served him with the chop then order up that steak platter
[verse 2: duffy]
we just dropped another opp, since the last n+gga didn’t matter
blue tips french kissed a n+gga, it was so romantic
we really actin’, they keep talkin’ like they really active
jiggy with it, stick and move, me and pippy dancin’
we don’t follow n+ggas’ rules, we got too much juice
i’ll bop bleed for the dough, i’m too cool for school
big bag on me, walkin’ out of wells fargo
big chop on me, he got hit with el chapo
what he say up in my dm? bro, that better be a typo
n+ggas sound like the police, for sure we don’t do those
talk to me wrong, chalk zone him, know he john doe
cold demon, b+tch, the cold devil, me, and god know
i don’t feel bad, though, i’m just a bully breaker
hit him with the k, but now hit my paisa dance on him
stincs still packin’, i ain’t blow your plans, did i?
his homie got robbed, they probably not fans of us (b+tch)
anything you say, you better stand on it
he don’t got a bl!ck or did his sh+t just jam on him?
she know the truth, she gon’ throw the fatty on me
i just bought another chop, i can’t wait to get up on him (sh+t)

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