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young thug – choppas on choppas lyrics

[intro: young thug]
yeah, yeah, yeah
( choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas )
ysl, slatt, slime, ya digg, slime, choppas, jeffery
(wheezy beats)

[chorus: young thug]
boy this a new ak, that shirt for the sh-ll case
i shoot for my dawgs dawg, i rip it the worst way
we not using baking soda, but sh-t is a pancake
she say i should try to chill, that ain’t what the xan say
i got choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
(choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas)
choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
(funk, funk, funk, funk, funk lets get it)
choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
(phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas

[verse 1: young thug:]
(thugga!)
diamonds and (?)
i know whats up with you b-tches just raw, raw
she ain’t no good she done f-cked almost all the dawgs
caught in the club i done pulled a crystal on her
got choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
got choppas on sticks on some sticks and some more and some choppas
got sticks in the muh’f-cking black like the muh’f-cking rock
i got my first stick and that b-tch was all black like barack
i got a lil b-tch and she twerk like the daughter barack
i got a new spot with them sticks on the top like barack
you play imma air your -ss out and i don’t plan on stoppin
colorful money monopoly, colorful money monopoly

[verse 2: wiz khalifa:]
young khalifa got pounds in the trunk, f-ck a none smoking son rolling up for the one
imma rich n-gga i don’t walk through the front and i’m been getting paid so i don’t really got to stunt
you don’t get fly, you don’t get stoned, you don’t get high your b-tch gave me dome
you don’t make 2 million off a tour dawg i’m just getting home
you don’t got 2 or 3 b-tches that’s better than muhf-ckers sending them pics through your phone
you don’t got kush in your cone, you don’t got millions of clones
you don’t get fresh and go way overseas with your name on a plane you just flown
khalifa don’t play by the rules i don’t bend ’em or break ’em imma make ’em my own
finna make another billion dollars as soon as this kk get grown
i’m make a stain out you dissing no little sh-t that imma aim at you man

[verse 3: young thug:]
(yeah, thugga, slatt, jeffery!)
i got some stoner get homie i’m raw, raw
she came through a cartier owner she raw dawg
i’m saucy i got me some gators on my b-lls
she throw that sh-t back in the room like all all
i tried out ya block and i got a choppa, choppa, choppa
on the lonely ladder going to the top, aye
even if you fit the picture you getting cropped, hey
jeffery all going cop going cop, aye
welcome turn the sticks i’m sitting on choppas
we big warrant coming down your block today
we go, go to war with 12 no bottom blocking (p-ssy!)
and i know you know how all them slimes rocking man

- young thug lyrics

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