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Baby Bash - Tha Chop lyrics
This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with him, now I gotta buy tha chop (FIRSTVERSE) I'm with my momma in a car with ten and a half pounds No DL's, an innocent amount of rounds With my mind on my mansion, I'm smashin about the town You thought I wasn't home? Wait till I clown 'round Basha with me, believe me, disturbin three for the fifty And I wish a mutha fucker would try to get with me 'cos I'm nifty with the milly when the torch is on And Play every play like its fourth to long Now when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig It dont take much, to split a fools wit See im only one shot from making the headlines So quick nigga, got quarters and dead lines Shakin the bed time, they checking my barcode A.T.F, I.N.S and the US Marshal And this is aint nathin new to me Capitalize on opportunity (Uh!) And this is aint nathin new to me Capitalize on opportunity (Which way did he go?) (Which way did he go?) (Which way did he go?) (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with him now I gotta buy tha chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with him now I gotta buy tha chop (SECOND VERSE) This old shit aint new to me I'm rockin stolen jewelry Try to tell so I leave the bay Did dirt with him now I gotta keep the K Bash a dude's wig over baby bash He my broken nephew, we be checkin brazin cash We kept G's on the omni floor Put the bloody bills with the Tommy in the drawer Tell mummy with the rock, break a lil a corner off I don't like that bam, I don't wanna cough You got to watch every step P walk and pull out a deck I thought you knew I'm a vet Let loose and threw up my set A-W-A-X to Latex Glove on my left hand can only mean death mayne. (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with him now I gotta buy the chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with him now I gotta buy the chop (THIRD VERSE) Now it's that pimpin ass Gringo Bitches you single? I spit heat, hit the street, stack em out the window Bury a lingo, iz what a playa blessed with Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed with So if you broke, I aint even hearda ya Come around me again and ima murder ya I need some loot, so watch how I take ya town A bitch wanna hold me, I track her down Get up in the brain, take over the soul Thought she's a knight, I'm ready to roll A big long black hella beat in the trunk Baby kick back its hella heat for the funk A dead mutha fucker, a step to the low One too many drinks, now he's gettin a roll So??? Tell them get this It's JT, I'm a dog when I spit this (CHORUS) This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with him now I gotta buy the chop This is aint nothing new to me Look at what they do to me Need to Chill, try to stop Did dirt with him now I gotta buy the chop By David Fox |
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