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yb curtis – chop shit lyrics

[intro]
(zyeq)
whoa, whoa (yeah)
ay’
yeah, yeah (bit’)
a’ight, look
ay’, ay

[chorus]
i’m that type of n+gga to just start, but never stop sh+t
and n+gga you a b+tch ass boy
hit you with a drop kick
i always tell them p+ssy b+tches, post up on the block b+tch
and b+tch i ain’t no gangsta’, but that don’t mean i won’t chop sh+t
i don’t know ‘bout where you got sh+t
why you lookin’ at me like that?
don’t give no f+cks ‘bout if i lost sh+t because i’ma get it back
i got a basket, with the b+lls, b+tch you know she on the sack
and yb stand for yaboy
b+tch but curtis on the track (yeah)
[verse 1]
mane i just really do my thing, mane
i just really wanna get the bread
don’t want no fame, mane
i really like to switch sh+t up cause i don’t like the same thing
and b+tches likе to think that i’m a pimp
mane no i ain’t, mane
i’m the avatar likе aang, mane (lets go, lets go)
aye, i just really be coolin’
them n+ggas, think think i ain’t know, but i knew it
and b+tches be stupid, they really be crazy, they really just want me to give ‘em
my fluid
you told me to do it, i don’t wanna do it
you know when i be rappin’, you know i be fluent
mane you really a p+ssy, you won’t get into it
i really just wanna travel to honduras
mane i really just go and i hit that b+tch 6 times, call it 6 figures
mane i can’t f+ck with no thot hoes, cause it’s gon be me versus
6 n+ggas
and them n+ggas they be really p+ssy, they don’t wanna fight
but pull 6 triggers
lookin’ up to a f+ckin’ boss, do it 5 times then i tell ‘em 6, mister

[chorus]
ay, i’m that type of n+gga to just start, but never stop sh+t
and n+gga you a b+tch ass boy
hit you with a drop kick
i always tell them p+ssy b+tches, post up on the block b+tch
and b+tch i ain’t no gangsta’, but that don’t mean i won’t chop sh+t
i don’t know ‘bout where you got sh+t
why you lookin’ at me like that?
don’t give no f+cks ‘bout if i lost sh+t because i’ma get it back
i got a basket, with the b+lls, b+tch you know she on the sack
and yb stand for yaboy
b+tch but curtis on the track (yeah)
[verse 2]
and when i hop up on the track, i never relax
you know i go crazy, i’m gettin’ sh+t back
mane i stay with my shoes, they all in my closet, b+tch
but i’m puttin’ my sh+t on the rack
mane i don’t need a plug, cause b+tch i’m the jack
and you know i be hittin’ that b+tch from the back
and b+tch i’m intelligent, no i ain’t artificial
cause my n+gga, you can’t make me crack
ay’
why?
do n+ggas be trippin’, they lookin’ at me like they thinkin’ they know me
i need to control, my f+ckin’ emotions
i don’t wanna get angry like i’m broly
and i really just love it when b+tches be freaky
they really just wanna be muhf+ckin’ folded
they really just wanna be all on my d+ck and sh+t
and take the b+tch out, and f+ckin’ hold it
mane, yeah
gettin’ bread i got the checks, n+gga
and n+ggas they be p+ssy
wan’ be all up on my neck, n+gga
and b+tch you know you guilty
you just need to gon’ confess, n+gga
and i be choppin’ sh+t, so don’t f+ck with me
b+tch cause i’m gon’ chop yo dress, n+gga
[chorus]
i’m that type of n+gga to just start, but never stop sh+t
and n+gga you a b+tch ass boy
hit you with a drop kick
i always tell them p+ssy b+tches, post up on the block b+tch
and b+tch i ain’t no gangsta’, but that don’t mean i won’t chop sh+t
i don’t know ‘bout where you got sh+t
why you lookin’ at me like that?
don’t give no f+cks ‘bout if i lost sh+t because i’ma get it back
i got a basket, with the b+lls, b+tch you know she on the sack
and yb stand for yaboy
b+tch but curtis on the track, b+tch
lets go

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