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the cool kids - chop lyrics

ft. the hbk gang

live n-gg-r, brought back to start it
when i get there first i’mma call you
it’s time for the game, i’mma charge you
so self for the low, yu can call me
when you get up there ask for charlie.
looking like appalled gl-ss of water n the track
sound like i’m trapping at the corner with the coffee.
sound like i’m following the start.
it’s the part, put the hammer on the blamer,
like, let it pomp like it’s tony montana
wanna know what my stash is for
couldn’t really tell you if you ask me, though
couldn’t really tell if she got -ss or no
a tan and a face is all i asking for
a tan and a white collar band
back when i used to tie my shoe strings
she was ridding wild like the wu-tang
probably beat tommys in the north fish
lot of this selling like a punk face, motherf-cker,
a chain on the chest like a neck brace
i do everything, everything is on my radar.
i pick up where we left ’cause we sell records.
mix a little bit of p-ssy in the blender.
a test, you say s-x, i say yes, you say less
wavers in mordello’s with a pierce
bullets in the chamber but an early dismissal.
it’s not out of the question
i’m not ’bout to arrest you
way too skinny to be the guinea
pig we be testing on
but i ain’t ever wanted to get this out of hand
record now daddy when we call you
we tick it like ash and rock
we kick it like action in bronx
well, my head go inside the vortex
reach in and pull out corporates
i’m bored with this world,
i was getting endors-m-nts.
back then when my parents wasn’t divorced yet
that was a long time ago, i should know
my b make my room look like cosmic bowl
stars are all you got in store?
i’ll come with a prie on deposit doors.

[chorus]

what you looking at?
what you get payed for
shake that thang, girl
you know what it made for.
you know my cheddar chat around
but they can’t rap like this
my cheddar chat around
but they can’t rap, no

make the move before our west side thugs shoot
had a lot of n-gg-rs touch her but she ain’t got love
it better than the mamma but she ain’t my blood
real n-gg-rs only rap about the sh-t they does
i’mma see in this, make her get the money, make her be in this
got her eyes seeing sh-t, put the p-ssy clean the sh-t
like my n-gg-rs be in this

[chorus]

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