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yung chop - tman diss lyrics

[intro: yung chop]
yeah, talk a lot of sh-t, bro
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
f-ck tomaso bro, he’s an opp
yeah, talk a lot of sh-t, yeah
mini weenie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: yung chop]
tomaso mini weenie, stealin’ people sh-t
now i’m in this b-tch, lost your b-tch
pull up with the stick, [?] your d-ck
chops got the chopstick and we pullin’ up
remember we was tight? now you switchin’ up
anorexia, put the weights down you ain’t gettin’ big
think you the sh-t, built like a twig
stole my nose at my own birthday party, you got no chill
pull up with [?], with the tracksuit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
pinocchio with the nose, knew you was lying, b-tch
i’ma curb stomp your sh-t, leave you in a ditch
i had a stain clip rip right through your hip
yeah, brrr, yeah, yeah

[interlude: yung chop, (lil ch-nk)]
f-ck you, big -ss nose f-cking p-ssy
(f-ck that guy) f-ck that guy ay?
(f-ck tomaso man), f-ck tomaso man
(dude his f-cking girlfriend -)

[verse 2: q madd]
yous a b-tch and a snitch
hittin’ l1cks on your boys
pull up with the clips
hit your b-tch, we ain’t your boys
we don’t play with toys
real glocks and [?]
[?]
think you’re sick, but you’re a h0m-
pull up – break your nose, take your clothes
leave you on the streets with no clothes
hole in your chest, make you lose
this ain’t no chess, checkmate, wait
that’s chess, got you cornered, ay
yuh

[interlude: lil ch-nk]
tman, ha ha

[verse 3: lil ch-nk]
tman, you got no north side hoes
that’s not how north side f-cking goes
pull up to your crib and break your f-cking nose
man, we don’t f-ck with your lumpy -ss clothes
you look like milan lucic
i’ll make your f-cking b-tch screech
stab your brain with your nose, [?]
that’s why you ain’t know me
i’m the f-ckin’ [?] lookin’ down at your [?]
while she give her master [?]

[bridge: yung chop]
[?] for the stick
tman’s such a b-tch, stealing like a snitch
pull up with the clip, make you dip, dip, dip

[chorus: yung chop]
tomaso mini weenie, stealin’ people sh-t
now i’m in this b-tch, lost your b-tch
pull up with the stick, [?] your d-ck
chops got the chopstick and we pullin’ up
remember we was tight? now you switchin’ up
pinocchio with the nose
knew you was lying, b-tch
i’ma curb stomp your sh-t, leave you in a ditch
i had a stain clip rip right through your hip
yeah, yeah, yeah

[outro: yung chop]
yeah, talk a lot of sh-t, bro
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
f-ck tomaso bro, he’s an opp
yeah, talk a lot of sh-t, yeah
mini weenie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- yung chop lyrics

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