Byron Messia - Choppa (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Byron Messia - Choppa (en) Lyrics
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Custom grip 'pon di brand
new stick (Buss)
Di 'K wid di muzzle, got it
wrapped 'round it (Yeah)
Di thing sing sweet, mi nah
fi auto tune it (Ah)
One strap, two strap,
three strap, four
Four niggas strapped inna
Honda Accord (Woah)
of our mind (Ooh)
four-four (Woah)
Can't tell you why but tell you what
Choppa go do-do, do-do,
do-do (Do-do-do-do)
I might be better on my own
Choppa go do-do, do-do,
do-do (Do-do-do-do)
Pussy boy say him want beef and clout
Put him 'pon di news-ews
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Carbon sound, boy, lost and found
I'm not afraid to need you bad
When di choppa go do-do,
do-do, do-do, uh
Body drop like Netflix series
Chopper sing sweet like
it have diabetes
Believe me, yow, Saint Kitts
From a mini teen, yow,
Papa, where we been?
I can sell water to a
whale, I'm a hustler
Government officials still
trippin' at customs
Held me up for ten hours on the
plane, we was stuck there
I swear I'd rather be your friend
They ain't rockin' with us, they
against us and it's fuck them
Whoever I say can't come,
can't come here
Go at anybody, anywhere,
on any given Sunday
Crazy, I'ma celebrity, I
used to be a convict
I gotta get revenge, I can't
have it on my conscience
Go slide, go slide, yeah,
gunfire, gunfire
We got all these blicks on us,
we ain't on no dumb shit
But we ready for one opp,
two opp, three opp, four
We bring smoke to a pussy
front door (Oh)
I was playin' cool, but
I never let it go
Brodie in the jungle, go to sleep
with the swirls, crazy
And me dawg bust the case and we laugh
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Dada, dada
Killa dem knock pon your door (Door)
It's a robbery, get pon di'
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Sometimes it be like that
Yow, real dawgs
Choppa go do-do, do-do,
do-do (Do-do-do-do)
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Put him 'pon di news-ews
Carbon sound, boy, lost and found
Don't know, why I trip on us
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Dada, dada
Don't cry, don't cry
Go slide, go slide
Gunfire, gunfire
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