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lirik lagu money machines – el choppo

dont get ya trophies took, punk

(cthrow)
went from n0body to mythological
dont deal with the pathological
slab lift off when i hit the module
5% because i do the impossible
if you hate you an obstacle
and i hurdle those
my game philosophical
i am legend like socrates
if she a tease she can’t ride wit me
this is all fam ain’t no slime wit me
my brothers go back to the vine wit me
she might fall in love wit the extragavince
i told her keep it real this ain’t no pageant b~tch
i know dem rims big and they flashy b~tch
but this cold world i keep a jacket b~tch
brass wrapped around them hollow tips
with the red dot cuz i dont like to miss
(dee jack)
bih find me sauced up and dripped out
keep the windows up we don’t let it drift out
she went live on the gram wit me
her homegirls could tell that they missed out
we keep it playa but we go from one to 3 dega wit the drum in the saiga
slugs bombin til ya house a crater
og sauce called in that favor
ever since i was young all i wanted to do was chooop blaaades now i’m on them brutus like i’m ugk
still charge yo ass up on that doobie ashtrey
pull up choppin throw sum rollo con mi muchachos
need it pr~nto
saran 50 bands in la ollo de borachoes con pollo asados
dame dinero’s the motto get a whole chicken out the food truck
whole ozona in a frito pie bruh
half~ski in a fruit cup
boys play to much and don’t do enough
i’m wit yo bih blowin fruit punch doin brunch
marathon pancho head hancho ya baby mama sancho mr jack choppo ho!

(dee jack)
michael meyers
slow and steady in that 4 door
broke up with the rollie for mavado
got my slim thick
my demi lavato
now i’m chopping blades
they calling me el choppo
michael meyers
slow and steady in that 4 door
broke up with the rollie for mavado
got my slim thick
my demi lavato
now i’m chopping blades
they calling me el choppo
(phoon)
still tippin down in a urban legend like i’m michael myers in his heydey
i hit a breaker breaker 1~9, d jack hit me wit the mayday
c throw hit me wit the 10~4, and the sauce said houston we gotta problem
touch down and hit the alley~oopin
if the lane open baby we gotta lob em
we think it and do it, you think it and lose it
i light up my j, i be crankin our music
in love with movado, my money my guapo. when it rain i hold it under my poncho
that’s what happens when u mix the sauce factory in with the money machines
floodgates continue opening
cl!ck tighter than the medellin
prayed up over everything
slayed up on them heavy things
swung ova into the heavy duty lane
f~ck around and made a hurricane
cyclone made a stop n then i let the top off
so loud the bad b~tches thought we let some shots off, pop off naw baby we just had to chop off

(sauce walka)
aaarrrrribbbaaaa
el choppo of the money machines
yea welcome to m~th~ f~ckin
me mexico m~th~ f~cka
you f~ckin wit el choppo
and we getting supreme sauce guapo
yea n~gga
it’s the m~th~ f~ckin money machine
the money team n~gga
sauce drippin
high splashin and fashion
and if i call el chopo
ill knock off ya toppo
oooowwwweeeeeeeeeee

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