paroles de chanson 4 Chops - Wizzy Snow
4 Chops
Talking
out
his
neck
that
shit
got
bro
popped
Don't
knock
we
aiming
at
the
door
nigga
no
cops
Phone
stop
we
still
making
plays
And
I'm
still
toating
Ks
so
we
counting
niggas
days
She
say
so
no
way
you
still
in
love
No
bitch
I'm
trying
fuck
If
you
friends
with
it
too
Than
bitch
we
gotta
fuck
He
talking
scared
when
he
see
me
If
you
owe
me
we
going
hunt
Green
beams
on
his
ass
you
a
saint
but
this
no
luck
I'm
on
thanks
to
the
gang
niggas
put
me
on
shit
It's
still
Free
Meezy
but
he
gone
so
we
on
shit
If
you
owe
me
add
tax
I
ain't
type
to
just
loan
shit
You
ain't
fucking
on
the
first
day
I
guess
I
got
the
wrong
bitch
Money
too
long
for
a
nigga
play
about
that
pussy
Ain't
seen
cuhz
in
years
you
wanna
link
nigga
book
me
And
I'm
still
wrapping
pies
cakes
niggas
and
them
cookies
So
many
crips
when
I
ride
bitch
Im
feeling
like
Tookie
Who
a
rookie?
Not
me
bitch
I
ain't
never
been
Them
niggas
put
me
down
the
next
day
was
still
spinning
bins
The
land
called
said
cuhz
chill
we
trynna
make
friends
But
I
aint
the
type
put
you
on
I'm
the
type
to
put
you
in
Big
Ks
when
I
toat
shit
You
the
reason
little
bro
hit
Making
plays
without
the
boss
Now
you
sitting
on
that
phone
sick
And
you
know
not
to
call
me
Niggas
know
I
don't
do
that
phone
shit
Now
them
boys
on
your
ass
Your
goofy
ass
on
the
wrong
shit
I'm
talking
big
money
plays
bitch
Them
drugs
in
the
way
bitch
Boys
can't
focus
when
they
high
Got
damn
It's
a
shame
bitch
I
want
the
ones
bitches
follow
Hell
nah
don't
want
no
lame
bitch
Don't
ask
me
who
I'm
doing
better
know
your
fucking
lane
bitch
Only
gang
when
you
see
me
watch
my
niggas
say
Crip
They
use
to
laugh
when
they
see
me
now
everybody
on
my
dick
Might
not
see
me
in
the
camera
but
I'm
on
bitch
I'm
lit
You
see
my
chains
in
her
pictures
just
know
she
taking
dick
4 Chops
Talking
out
his
neck
that
shit
got
bro
popped
Don't
knock
we
aiming
at
the
door
nigga
no
cops
Phone
stop
we
still
making
plays
And
I'm
still
toating
Ks
so
we
counting
niggas
days
She
say
so
no
way
you
still
in
love
No
bitch
I'm
trying
fuck
If
you
friends
with
it
too
Than
bitch
we
gotta
fuck
He
talking
scared
when
he
see
me
If
you
owe
me
we
going
hunt
Green
beams
on
his
ass
you
a
saint
but
this
no
luck
I'm
on
thanks
to
the
gang
niggas
put
me
on
shit
It's
still
Free
Meezy
but
he
gone
so
we
on
shit
If
you
owe
me
add
tax
I
ain't
type
to
just
loan
shit
You
ain't
fucking
on
the
first
day
I
guess
I
got
the
wrong
bitch
Money
too
long
for
a
nigga
play
about
that
pussy
Ain't
seen
cuhz
in
years
you
wanna
link
nigga
book
me
And
I'm
still
wrapping
pies
cakes
niggas
and
them
cookies
So
many
crips
when
I
ride
bitch
Im
feeling
like
Tookie
Who
a
rookie?
Not
me
bitch
I
ain't
never
been
Them
niggas
put
me
down
the
next
day
was
still
spinning
bins

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