Whoppa Wit Da Choppa - Who I Smoke lyrics

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Whoppa Wit Da Choppa - Who I Smoke lyrics

And I need you And I’ll miss you And now I wonder If I could fall, into the sky Do you think time, would pass me by? ‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles If I could just see you Tonight (Drilltime, what you cookin’?) Ayy, when I see you, I’ma push your s**t back, boy Choppa get to spittin’ through your set, we don’t fight, boy 12 paramedics couldn’t save your fu*kin’ life, boy Rod K dead and he never comin’ back, boy Versuri-lyrics.info We gon’ treat this b***h like a match, how we strike, boy Left his a*s in the street, this the end of your life, boy Stay your a*s there, flashlight and it’s max, boy Bro, these ni**as soft as hell, all these ni**as, they just act hard I’ma shoot this b***h, when I motherfu*kin’ see you I don’t go nowhere without my motherfu*kin’ heat cool Smokin’ on Lil Peter, I was smokin’ Trey D too Free my n***a Max, til they muhfu*kin’ free you Knock a n***a out, boy, you can get your a*s beat too Lil hoe, you trippin’, baby girl, I don’t need you You could walk a thousand miles and I still don’t wanna see you I got the whole city scared, these ni**as know what we do (Hold up) Who I smoke? Bibby Who I smoke? Teki Who I smoke? Lil Nine And now I wonder Where the opps at? Got a lo’, I told them “Drop that” FN, and it spin one in the head, ain’t gotta co*k it back Know I’m smokin’ Jitta, one thing, they just can’t get him back In the splat, back-to-back, (Skrrt), now we double back My killer make his face go, that’s one thing ’bout Ksoo (Ksoo) No Hospital Gang, boy, you know that s**t a case close (NHG) Want him dead, bust his head, all I do is say go Drop a opp, drop a thot, any-many-miny-mo I tote the rocket, when I travel, I’m pistol packin’ the heat pack I was lurkin’ on his page and I caught him lackin’ in Houston We let off shots, he got shot and went live I was tweakin’ like “F**k, man that b***h ain’t die” When they diss on 2X, we gon’ spin a few times Glock .23 for 23, let off rounds ’til you die Jump out, thought s**t was sweet, ’til we find out the drop Found out where that boy workin’, then boy clocked ’em out

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