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quankk - choppa lyrics

hahaha
stupid (stupid)
hahaha
stupid (stupid) b-tch

(verse 1)
f-ck n-gga, i’m the d-mn n-gga
grab ya little stick my choppa lookin bigger
beat a b-tch, yeah
beat a d-mn dyk-
fist fight
blood on d-mn sight

(chorus)
run b-tch, run b-tch, hide b-tch
run b-tch, hide b-tch, run b-tch
run b-tch, run b-tch, hide b-tch
run b-tch, hide b-tch, run b-tch

(verse 2)
new stick, new b-tch, who this?
talkin’ sh-t, got the whole f-ckin’ clip
boy better run, boy better f-ckin’ dip
i ain’t playin’ round boy i f-ckin shoot sh-t
all these hoes talkin’ might shank somethin’, yeah
sn-tchin’ d-mn souls boy i’ll rip his d-mn tongue
body flipper, body f-ckin’ skipper
i ain’t playin sh-t boy i just might hit her

(chorus)
run b-tch, run b-tch, hide b-tch
run b-tch, hide b-tch, run b-tch
run b-tch, run b-tch, hide b-tch
run b-tch, hide b-tch, run b-tch

(vlade)
fingers in ya b-tch, i’mma play her like a tech deck
strap up on my shoulder like a motherf-ckin’ war vet
same b-tch, old me, but i got a new flex
and my wrist on water so i stunt it like a wetjet
b-tch in the back she gon’ blow me like a semtex
thrax in the dash cause i grow it like a chia pet
42k that’s my motherf-ckin’ street set
leave a p-ssy n-gga with some scars like he do meth
n-ggas know i run the south
they don’t even bother running they mouth, hey
i might run up in your house
f-ck on your b-tch and leave stains on her blouse, hey
from east atlanta, the west of stone mountain
she asked me to f-ck, told her no now she poutin’
she want me to change told her hop in a fountain
blue bills wit no crease is the money i’m countin’ (f-ck n-gga)
(outro)
(chorus faded)

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