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lirik lagu choppa clique - major league crunk stuff

[verse 1: d-spillz]

we came to get wasted, we drank with no chasers, we wild
we came with them gangsters and ladies that’s crazy and down
we blazing and banging the b-ss and the same cause it’s loud
we paid it, we paving our way to the stage, here to make that crowd-
jump to the rhythm when it b-mp
you ain’t f-cking with no chumps, plus the olyghost been up on game
what? better say it like you’re tough, with a little bit of rough
we some dogs and we coming out the cage
trynna get a couple of bones, sipping patrón in my zone
puffing piff to the dome, i’m on my own, tip your chrome
different b-tches and hoes calling my phone
finna hit em up and tell em “it’s on, so hit the show”
to get sh-t cracked off for the clique and the o.g, that’s raw
liquor mix to the og, rap long
take a sip, take a hit, this is that song
you will get smashed on, if you ain’t repping with the movement
step into the crew b-tch, what the f-ck you here for? get up with that new sh-t
then get yo -ss and get out, we [??] and move quick
ain’t n-body got time for that, we on the grind – in fact we do it just to entertain y’all
so if you see us, keep in mind – we rap to make your night not cr-p, we keep you buzzing like a chainsaw
not the same old sh-t that you have seen a hundred times and running, cause we bringing something that you ain’t saw
original k!ller flow, tip up your liquor
so we know it’s official, so here’s how this sh-t’ll go:

[hook: d-spillz] (x2)

came to get f-cked up
so if you got a bottle; pop it, grab a blunt and roll your bud up
major league crunk stuff
we party like a bunch of rockstars, better tip your cups up
making the club jump
that’s why they brought us, wanna get it high and shaking from the b-mp-b-mp
off the chain with it, we don’t never front
only start when come, everybody know it’s us, we-

[verse 2: olyghost]

ride with the wickedness, roll with the rebel sh-t
real with the grind, and you know who you’re f-cking with
tripping, flipping, dipping and ripping
slipping off that trippy stick
we gripping the flame and clowning you lames, we got it locked
club on bom-bom-bow, we wrecking the game
push to the grind, shine on mine
real to the hustle, grind on time
real off-top and i’m getting mine
pump to the chumps, it’s dinner time
this game is maintaining, we slanging and banging
chop’ wanna knock the block, we keep on rolling and raining
clubs and bottles popping, b-tches party rocking
b-tches steady jocking, rocking with this heater hotness
got the whole squad popping, goons are steady mobbing
on back with that vip, different rival for suc
bang to the beat, got em rolling trees
going dumb and popping ease
got em moving in these streets
puffing tough, come smoke with me
yeah, we grind and make that cheese
pushing, stacking, move them p’s
choppa clique and olyg
ain’t no thing we got, it seems

[hook: d-spillz] (x2)

[verse 3: maniphest destne]

sipping on patrón and vodka we mobbing with the [?]
clique full of loaded choppers, what’s popping? are you at our show?
if so, put your hands and your cups in the sky and get r-t-rded
if no, man i’m slamming the trunk every night at different parties
losing all my enemies and going all out, drinking beer before the liquor in the wrong route
disappearing in the mist and reappearing in your b-tch and now i hit it, won’t admit it, what you talking bout?
homie, think you got the wrong idea, never say no names – my lips are sealed
keep it up or get it on right here, right in front of your face, your chick – she will
it’s jumping, we crunking, everybody know it’s us, steady getting into something
you don’t p-ss that torch to me, i jack the lantern like a halloween pumpkin
when we walk up in the function, everybody face lit up, we major league
banging em in the temple with the [?] instrumental
say the name of the clique official, gone from a to z
it’s where between those letters, you could spell out ‘great emcee’
hey m-d, shout the motherf-cker, bet it’s cleveland 727 216 813, get up out of your seat
jump the f-ck around in this b-tch til your feet are coming off the ground
bonkers wild and our crowd be the moshpit style, every major city, state, or little town we-

[hook: d-spillz] (x2)

[verse 4: bonez]

come to get f-cked up, choppers on the roll
f-ck your inhibitions, babe, you gotta let them go
drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink some more
came to get it cracking, do not panic, let em have it
take a puff and then you p-ss it, come and party with the cats
an automatic panty dripper dropper, d-mnit man, a fifth of vodka-
got me falling over, now i’m rocky balboa
know what? you should probably show love
even though i’m torn up, still i lift this flow up
hands i raise the roof to, knew that sh-t confuse you dudes
i don’t need no hater shades, way too high to see you fools
pill after pill after drink after drink and i feel like i’m throwing up
still i keep feeling my nuts so i’m looking for one of these hoes to f-ck
i chop it with spillz and i pop it with mani and talking to oly- what? (ghost)
i said imma finna go f-ck her so hopefully she ain’t got miley’s b-tt
don’t think that we f-cking around, we the type of motherf-ckers that’ll b-mp you to the ground
stop and make em see the pain and get this trigger finger [??]
choppa clique, baby, we gon’ shut you down
i came for the liquor, i came for the p-ssy
i came for the money, that’s all i want
don’t stop with this static bad habit
the type of the sh-t that’ll get you shot

[hook: d-spillz] (x2)

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