THE COOL KIDS - Chop lyrics

rate me

ft. The HBK Gang

Live nigger, brought back to start it

When I get there first I'mma call you

It's time for the game, I'mma charge you

So self for the low, yu can call me

When you get up there ask for Charlie.

looking like appalled glass of water n the track

Sound like I'm trapping at the corner with the coffee.

Sound like I'm following the start.

It's the part, put the hammer on the blamer,

Like, let it pomp like it's Tony Montana

Wanna know what my stash is for

Couldn't really tell you if you ask me, though

Couldn't really tell if she got ass or no

A tan and a face is all I asking for

A tan and a white collar band

Back when I used to tie my shoe strings

She was ridding wild like the Wu-Tang

Probably beat Tommys in the North fish

Lot of this selling like a punk face, motherfucker,

A chain on the chest like a neck brace

I do everything, everything is on my radar.

I pick up where we left 'cause we sell records.

Mix a little bit of pussy in the blender.

A test, you say sex, I say yes, You say less

Wavers in Mordello's with a pierce

Bullets in the chamber but an early dismissal.

It's not out of the question

I'm not 'bout to arrest you

Way too skinny to be the guinea

Pig we be testing on

But I ain't ever wanted to get this out of hand

Record now daddy when we call you

We tick it like ash and rock

We kick it like action in Bronx

Well, my head go inside the Vortex

Reach in and pull out corporates

I'm bored with this world,

I was getting endorsements.

Back then when my parents wasn't divorced yet

That was a long time ago, I should know

My b make my room look like cosmic bowl

Stars are all you got in store?

I'll come with a prie on deposit doors.

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What you looking at?

What you get payed for

Shake that thang, girl

You know what it made for.

You know my cheddar chat around

But they can't rap like this

My cheddar chat around

But they can't rap, no

Make the move before our West side thugs shoot

Had a lot of niggers touch her but she ain't got love

It better than the mamma but she ain't my blood

Real niggers only rap about the shit they does

I'mma see in this, make her get the money, make her be in this

Got her eyes seeing shit, put the pussy clean the shit

Like my niggers be in this

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