Young Bloodz Chop Chop instrumental
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Chop Chop, slicin lyrics up, drop the beat and turn it into hip hop
these weak lyrics be killin me, ill conquer you, now you be my enemy
those words you sendin me, you kiddin me? fear my wrath, now you'll see
what type of genius i can be, easy ish, ABC's
Horns blowin, for they're king, kingship, bestowed, unto me
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B.G been sayinn chop chop!!
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/watch?v=htk0tbNveIo
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fuck these bitches on my grizzy/ feds want me dead and i cant let them so when this beat drops you might find them dead and this song written so when i/ go back to the lab can i/ please just can i/ fuck it the beat dropped
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download link, doooooggggg!
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Scott Storch on the beat
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@traporjack101 Im king .
u a queer cookie clown my ingenuis lyrics will break u down this kid here is a feather weight devastate ur mental to a greater state rhymes hard enough to brake ya face then make the great escape u municipent minded faggot get blinded the opponents i destroy could leave ur ass behind siriens ur dicks small its certainly got a lot of hair looks like a little man sittin on a bean bag chair oh well nobody cares ur excistance isnt rare to me myself and I u just dont compare
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@KingCollectinMoney bitch im da king
way da fuk u at ya lil rat stop hidin. trap or jack we deeper than verizon. try 2 da pull my latch nigga you ain even ridin. catch ya at da horizon n make u do da hienz men. now u cant move da bullets done hypnotized em. now his block silent with rest in peace flyers. death on arrival i guess dat nigga ain arrivin. suicide mission if ya plottin on jivin. cuz all my goons be snatch off in da trap grippin macs. look at me now flippin dem pounds losing fat
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back in this bitch like my spine was on a wall,AT@T be the four ladies that i call,throw up the fist if u really trina brawll,make 7 movies of ya life and i aint talkin bought saw,my ryhms to raw while yall need rubbers heavy set flow without the blubber,robin williams mad cuz i stole his flubber,in the city of the chi we call hoes runners mge,president,dablackidd residents,without peanuts ther will b no elephats
im the king
ur raps make sense like a klan member with jungle fever,im sicker then ur mothers fungal beaver,u smoke weed but i bundle reefer,chopchopchop u into pieces and leave u in ur uncles freezer, right next to the bloodly cleaver.u dont deserve my best, like a fraternity guest, ill pump words in ya chest, and leave u more nervouse then paternity test, the outcome is uncertain, cuz u keep insertin dick in ya sternum, till it infects an bleeds,rest in peace, guess its ur destiny
KingCollectinMoney 2 years ago 10
bitch im back on my grizzy young money where u at 2 tables and a mic tell the DJ run it back, lil wayne killed this instrumental on Da Drought 3
jb2o09 3 years ago 6