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rico nasty - choppa in the trunk lyrics

[intro]
rico, rico

[verse 1: rico nasty]
i got a choppa in the trunk
can’t wait till my engine in the trunk
bad b-tch shake her -ss in the club
these hoes is goofy they only showing fake love
hold my money like a hug
walking funny cause my slug
these b-tches still be wearing uggs
make me sick like, ugh baby girl get the f-ck
cashing out sippin’ mud
had to get it out the mud
see me then these b-tches mug, yeah

[verse 2: willtharapper]
told that b-tch don’t do no hugs, look
that b-tch say she in love, look
i smash on your b-tch like i’m mario
i get a lot of dough
i smoke her, they like it’s honor roll
i see a opp then i shoot till the choppa broke
or drum in that 40
that sh-t sound like rock & roll

[verse 3: ch-llythemc]
aye, bad b-tch shake her -ss in the club
like n-gg-s throw a couple dub’s
i’m finna show a little love
i ain’t for the groupies
you can get the oozie
you ain’t got the toolie, boy get the f-ck !
b-tches still wearing synthetic
no message, she know me i belly
these b-tches they know that we reckless
watch i grab that b-tch by her necklace

[verse 4: tino loud]
i show n-gg-s love when i know they hatin’
b-tches want relations that sh-t complicated
all these perky’s really got a n-gg- elevated
good brain got a n-gg- feeling educated
fans say they love me off my lazy flow
all these b-tches call me daddy ain’t got no babies though
n-gg-s laugh at n-gg-s like they ain’t the same joke
trust up in my gang
they’ll let a p-ssy blow, woah

[verse 5: rico nasty]
i got a choppa in the trunk
gotta get this cash you know it’s a must
looking sorry, b-tch you stuck
ask me if i give a f-ck
when i’m aiming better duck
he only love me of the drugs
b-tch this is not what you want

[verse 6: willtharapper]
f-ck that b-tch once, get her kick like a punt
run up get hit like a blunt
i’m a young shotta like dre
i keep a glock on my waist
you run up get shot in the face
my dog get the sparkin, it bark at your face
they gotta come up out of the space
and i’m like, d-mn
that sh-t like, ugh
if i had a genie , i wish he would
i feel like red riding , i stay in the hood
i’m bending these b-tch -ss rappers like i’m shug

[verse 7: ch-llythemc]
look,i got a clip in my vest
i aim that b-tch at your chest
boy i can not fit disrespect
aye, n-gg- let’s go to the trunk
these b-tches i hope they don’t front
i do not f-ck with them
i know they mad cause we working
my b-tches bad got you lurkin’
if they get the fakin’ we’ll murk them
leave your -ss hangin’ like a curtain

[verse 8: tino loud]
tino turnt and i ain’t got no feelings
i ain’t tripping roll my feelings up and smoke them b-tches
my old b-tch she done f-cked a hundred n-gg-s trynna find a mothaf-cka that will do her like i did her, aye, look
i’m stressed out but i’m dogged up
just to get my brother back, i’ll give it all up
i put numbers on your head don’t make me call em’
see my vicks on the block and i hit all of em’, boom (x4)

[outro: willtharapper + tino loud]
aye will, aye come and talk b
it’s double so you already know how it go, we put our d-ck in you hoe and put a clip in your bro that’s some sh-t you should know
squad, squad
gang, gang

- rico nasty lyrics

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