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lirik lagu deejay chopper - fuck dat biitch!

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[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game? you can’t touch that sh~t
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch
f~ck that b~tch (f~ck that b~tch), f~ck that b~tch
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch
f~ck that b~tch (f~ck that b~tch), f~ck that b~tch
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch

[verse 1: young dro]
three, what you wanna do here? b~tch, i’ma float like root beer
still workin’ on gettin’ the coupe cleared, you ain’t got none of my shoe gear
red on the bottom, right, that red, shawty, she a model, her hair red
b~tch you ugly and b~tch you ugly, and both y’all hoes look scary
i don’t wanna get married (nope) chick, you a bird, parrot
i’m еatin’ so good these hoes likе, “boy you’re gettin’ fat, eat salad”
i’m ridin’ round and i’m gettin’ it in and i’m bunkin (2 chainz)
got your main b~tch on my d~ck, sh~t, she ain’t nothin’ (you lame)
her hips fat, i seen her walk past, i was like, “sh~t”
she seen my audemars, she tried to touch that, i said, “b~tch”
i bang hoes ridin’ in the top drop range rove
i train hoes, i’m a pimp, trinidad james clothes

[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game? you can’t touch that sh~t
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch
f~ck that b~tch, f~ck that b~tch
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch
f~ck that b~tch, f~ck that b~tch
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch
[verse 2: young dro]
three, fdb man, fly like airtran
me and e~louie’s got checkerboards on, you ain’t got that pair man
with my fdb clique, thirty~three deep sh~t
you tell that b~tch, “man f~ck that ho, i ain’t stuntin’ that cheap trick”
six for a bird bath, b~tch, where’s your skirt at?
ah, i like it, blowin’ that kush on you like purp packs
y’all n~ggas so wack, and b~tch you so green
i pull up on the scene in the green saleen, yeah n~gga, i’m too clean
westside, what’s upper? y’all n~ggas my supper
f~ck that b~tch, ‘fore i do that sh~t, i might need me a rubber
belly on rotund, one whip, four guns
if you see the baby mama holla, “f~ck that b~tch”, that ho ain’t no one

[chorus: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game? you can’t touch that sh~t
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch
f~ck that b~tch, f~ck that b~tch
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch
f~ck that b~tch, f~ck that b~tch
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch

[outro: young dro]
westside, bankhead, is where i’m from
everything y’all did, it been done
my true game and my shoe game? you can’t touch that sh~t
b~tch steady hollerin’ ’bout f~ck me? nah, f~ck that b~tch


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