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Wayne:
Fo-Fo Bulldog, My Muhfuckin' Pet
I point it at you, and tell that muhfucka fetch
I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect.
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top Down, It's Upset
Been fuckin' the world and nigga I ain't cum yet.
You fuck with me wrong, I knock ya head off ya neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check.
Prepared for the worse but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress.
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK 47 is myfuckin' address. Uhhh
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a choppa in the car.
I got a choppa in the car.
I got a choppa in the car.
Load Up The Choppas Like It's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts.
If I die today, remember me like John Lenon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen
Ross:
Big Black Nigga, and the icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike Shop
Count the profits, you can bring them in a Nike Box
Grindin' in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot
Swish, I'm swimmin' in a yellow bitch
In the red Nine-Eleven looking devilish
Red Beam make a bitch nigga make a sit down
Thought it was bulletproof 'til he got hit the fifth time
Drop (?) all up in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before.
Baby I'm the only one that paid ya car notes.
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a choppa in the car.
I got a choppa in the car.
I got a choppa in the car.
Load Up The Choppas Like It's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts.
If I die today, remember me like John Lenon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen
Wayne:
Talk Stupid, Get Ya Head Popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks.
You fuckin' with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Pussy Niggas sweet, You niggas cinnabuns
I'm in a red bitch, she say she finna cum
Two hundred thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That Banana Clip, let Chiquita Speak
Dark shades, Eazy-E
Five letter, YMCMB
Bitch Ass Nigga, Pussy Ass Nigga
I see you lookin', with your lookin' ass nigga.
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I die today, it'd be a Holiday
Ross:
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a choppa in the car, so don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart, then I put myself together
YMCMB, Double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon BANG
Red on the wall (?) when I paint
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppa gave me and forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape
Ain't it funny, momma only say we bakin' cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of yall
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fuckin' up
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthafucka huddle up
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a choppa in the car.
Fo-Fo Bulldog, My Muhfuckin' Pet
I point it at you, and tell that muhfucka fetch
I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect.
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top Down, It's Upset
Been fuckin' the world and nigga I ain't cum yet.
You fuck with me wrong, I knock ya head off ya neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check.
Prepared for the worse but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress.
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK 47 is myfuckin' address. Uhhh
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a choppa in the car.
I got a choppa in the car.
I got a choppa in the car.
Load Up The Choppas Like It's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts.
If I die today, remember me like John Lenon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen
Ross:
Big Black Nigga, and the icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike Shop
Count the profits, you can bring them in a Nike Box
Grindin' in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot
Swish, I'm swimmin' in a yellow bitch
In the red Nine-Eleven looking devilish
Red Beam make a bitch nigga make a sit down
Thought it was bulletproof 'til he got hit the fifth time
Drop (?) all up in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before.
Baby I'm the only one that paid ya car notes.
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a choppa in the car.
I got a choppa in the car.
I got a choppa in the car.
Load Up The Choppas Like It's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts.
If I die today, remember me like John Lenon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen
Wayne:
Talk Stupid, Get Ya Head Popped
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks.
You fuckin' with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Pussy Niggas sweet, You niggas cinnabuns
I'm in a red bitch, she say she finna cum
Two hundred thou on a chain, I don't need a piece
That Banana Clip, let Chiquita Speak
Dark shades, Eazy-E
Five letter, YMCMB
Bitch Ass Nigga, Pussy Ass Nigga
I see you lookin', with your lookin' ass nigga.
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I die today, it'd be a Holiday
Ross:
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a choppa in the car, so don't make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart, then I put myself together
YMCMB, Double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon BANG
Red on the wall (?) when I paint
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, poppa gave me and forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape
Ain't it funny, momma only say we bakin' cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of yall
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fuckin' up
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthafucka huddle up
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a choppa in the car.
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