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savi kapper, chewy sway, phatyy quop - cooper down lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, savi kapper, syg
phatyy quop with a ph
aye yo, chewy sway
shoutout gucci mane for the beat
yup
mr. go hard boy

[savi kapper]
i’m k!llin’ all these p-ss-es in the rap game (aw)
call me og mudbone, made yo b-tch came (yeah)
i knock yo -ss out, make yo vision blurry (what)
i pop out yo cap, call me stephen curry (mhm)
my name is savi kapper, i’d f-ck up cooper and that b-tch is 6’3”, ain’t even a hooper (okay)
yeah, f-ck you b-tch, i can do this all day
i’m just gettin’ started, so you better pray (pray)
i cross yo -ss up, make you stumble lil’ bit, then i f-cking step back, hit a banger on that bih, then i come up at yo house, and i hang out with your crew, but my rap game is danger, you already caught the flu (yeah)
everybody knows that you think you gon’ blow up, but i keep em on the hunnid’ til’ they f-cking come up (ooh)
rollin’ with a bad bih, yeah i slap
but where ya rollin’ tho, y’all need a map (map)
y’all dropped a track, and it was lame aight (aight)
and i listen to that sh-t so i can sleep at night (night, night)

[chewy sway]
aye, aye
like chick-fil-a service, i be goin’ real fast (yeah)
not hard to roast you, cause your lyrics are trash (you’re trash)
roast you so hard that you lay horizontal
you look like a clown, call you ronald mcdonald (burgers)
my jump-shot is as wet as a tsunami (yeah)
fold you up like paper and i call that oragami (gami)
i’ll cross you up any day, that’s what i’m sayin’ (chicken)
i know you’re not ready boy, better start training (yeah)
it’s not hard to tell that my raps are superior (ya)
k!ll you like hand-sanitizer k!lls bacteria (bacteria)
better stop before i set fire to the mic (oh my)
now that i’m done, i’ll p-ss the beat off to big ike (ahaha)

[phatyy quop]
uh huh
yeah, yeah
uh huh
mhmm
you think you nice boy, but you h-lla trash (trash)
high voice like a baby, b-tch, diaper rash (rash)
yeah you 6 foot 3, but you can’t touch rim (nah)
let’s go to pot-holes, we can take a swim (swim)
i’m in the kitchen cooking myself some food
eatin’ ceaser salad cause i’m in a healthy mood (yeah)
if we playin’ 1 v 1, you know i always win
i’m k!llin’ this rap, you know i’m goin’ in
you think you all nice with your h-lla ugly braids (oh my)
you never had s-x, but you still got aids (ooh)
you know you gettin’ roasted bad like some chicken (git)
i’ll bend yo -ss over and i’ll put my fat d-ck in



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