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playboi carti - choppa won't miss lyrics

[intro: young thug]
yeah, we ain’t wastin’ no time
yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
splat, splat, splat, woo

[chorus: playboi carti & young thug]
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (choppa won’t miss a n-gga)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (choppa won’t miss a n-gga)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (red dot)
hundred round drum k!llin’ everybody (yeah)
hundred round drum k!llin’ everybody (red dot)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga

[verse 1: playboi carti & young thug]
(choppa won’t, huh, red dot)
(yeah, uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
she hop on the d-ck and she split, huh
hop on my d-ck like a b-tch, huh
suck on my d-ck like a tick, huh (what? what? uh)
you a copier, yeah, you like to copy sh-t (carti)
you wasn’t even on the style until young carti popped this sh-t
i got h-lla hoes (whoa)
on some poppin’ sh-t (whoa, whoa)
need a poppin’ b-tch
need a solid b-tch, harder than a brick
choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge

[chorus: playboi carti & young thug]
choppa won’t miss a n-gga
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (choppa won’t miss a n-gga)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (red dot)
hundred round drum k!llin’ everybody (yeah)
hundred round drum k!llin’ everybody (red dot)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga

[verse 2: playboi carti & young thug]
always runnin’ with my gun
young n-gga shoot for fun
put some money on your head
i sell your -ss for ten
i got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
i got b-tches on top of b-tches and all my b-tches tens
i still don’t dance, no milly rock (rock)
just hide it in my sock
i got b-tches in the lot (lot)
pourin’ up the pop (pop)
(yeah, straight savage, slatt, huh, huh, huh, woo)

[chorus: playboi carti and young thug]
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (choppa won’t miss a n-gga)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (grra, grra)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (red dot)
hundred round drum k!llin’ everybody (yeah)
hundred round drum k!llin’ everybody (red dot)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga

[verse 3: young thug]
grra, jeffery, uh
30 round drum in the jean jacket (30 round drum in the jacket)
none of my jeans come in baggy
i never go for a chain sn-tch (i never go for a chain sn-tch)
i been hit that, that’s the same, yeah (ha, yeah, uh, yeah)
320 all on the dash
a bentley truck is my g-wagon (huh, ha)
me and the dogs smokin’ nothin’ but nasty (dog)
f-ck the law and whoever askin’ (yeah, yeah)
cheated on my b-tch with a b-tch so you know she was livid (yeah)
cheated on my b-tch with a b-tch with bigger t-tties (yeah)
’bout to cheat on my b-tch with a motherf-ckin’ midget (yeah)
bank with my card, i go hard in every city
every one of the dogs got some hoes in every city
that’s funny, ho, why that b-tch say that we live here?
ran over the law if i tell ’em, “ayy, let’s get it”
platinum way, let’s get it
diamonds in my face, let’s get it
i got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, ayy

[chorus: playboi carti and young thug]
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (choppa won’t miss a n-gga)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (choppa won’t miss a n-gga)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga (red dot)
hundred round drum k!llin’ everybody (yeah)
hundred round drum k!llin’ everybody (red dot)
choppa won’t miss a n-gga

[outro: young thug]
pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew
pew

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