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vivace - would you though? lyrics

choppa finna ride, would you though?
beno
choppa finna ride, would you though?
yui
choppa finna ride, would you though?
keep it by my side, where i go
i just crashed my new car, i need a tow
i had too many, you’re my favorite hoe

my love for this sh+t growing, it’s my passion
your check just dropped, go ahead, give me a fraction
these n+ggas scared, take a look how they actin
hit her up one day, next day i beat her back in

give him money, what he do?
you stitchin’ ass, b+tch, give him the boot
we beat that n+gga bad, take all his lot
i’m crazy jump out the plane, no parachute

you in my business, b+tch, stay in your lane
my number onе, we go dance in the rain
that good ass sеx in the back of the range
walk with the shotty like this sh+t a cane
talk some sh+t, we blow his brains woah
fifty thousand, watch them chains glow
if he know i sell for price, why he askin’ for a deal
i slip in and i shock these n+ggas like electric eel
let me do that sh+t that you did to me, tell me how it feels
cope with pain, sip them bottles, take another pill
do that sh+t all by myself, stay that way when i make mils

what can i do to be rich
what can i do f+ck yo b+tch
fifty thousand round my neck when i walk in
on my d+ck, boy, i just clocked in

choppa finna ride, would you though?
keep it by my side, where i go
i just crashed my new car, i need a tow
i had too many, you’re my favorite hoe

my love for this sh+t growing, it’s my passion
your check just dropped, go ahead, give me a fraction
these n+ggas scared, take a look how they actin
hit her up one day, next day i beat her back in

thumbing through these racks, know i’m throwing it
that’s everybody’s ass, you always throwing it
i’m chopping all this green , let’s get to mowing it
that boy don’t want no smoke, we put the hoe in him
brand new h+llcat, ya it got the brimbo’s
any shawty but my shawty is a bimbo
them ar’s and them glocks, they got extendos
too much money in my louis bag, i spend those

i’m fumbling my words, got me feeling like i’m fried
try to keep us solid, but you stubborn, yeah, i tried
like what can i do, this lil’ shawty got a hard head
where to f+ck we got too many options, it’s a bunk bed

16 hour drive to atlanta, d+mn, huh
you know that my bev is a fanta, d+mn
big stomach in this+ like i’m santa
woah, woah, hold on, hold on

giving presents to these b+tches like i’m santa, woah
like i’m santa, siping+
you know+ mixed with fanta, woah
that uk banter, woah

- vivace lyrics

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