(*talking*)
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What's up, ah ha, come on
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Choppa Style. Jahbo, Playa Will
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On the track come on
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[Choppa]
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Ooh girl you looking good, give lil Choppa a holla
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Cause I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
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Choppa Style came from nothing, to having some change
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Now everybody's in my face, wanting to look at me strange
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Now I ain't even got a Range yet, but that's alright baby
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Cause I ain't got my change yet, and I ain't nice
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And I ain't right, and I ain't flipping chicks
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But I ain't really nothing nice, when I'm spitting hits
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You feel this shit, then won't you bob your head back and forward
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And if you like the way it sound, go to the store and sco' it
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You see me, I'm low key, cause I got this
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And Choppa style dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot hits
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I can't wait, till I'm living lavage, call me Choppa
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Tim Smooth, cause I gotta have it
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And this not for a career, its all for fun
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And I'm not from St. Louis, but I'm number one, I'm number one
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[Chorus: Jahbo - 2X]
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Girl you looking good, come and ride with me
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Hop in my 6 you looking nice, in them Prada jeans
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So won't you drop it, bend it over, touch your toes for me
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Bend it, make that booty wiggle wobble out for me
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[Choppa]
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I got your head board banging, ooh la-la-la
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When I ask you who you loving, you say Chop-Chop-Chop
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I'm making it hot, coming through and breaking your twat
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Don't you worry bout twenty minutes, cause I ain't gonna stop
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You say you wanna get served wobble, so I'm gon find you
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You say you wanna hot boy, with a condo
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How you like it, from the back or your legs in the air
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You could ride it, you could dodge it girl, I just don't care
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Cause I'ma serve it like I beat it, like I chop it like a dog
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I'ma make you touch your toes, sit you down and break you off
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To you fat girls, I don't discriminate on y'all
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If you can break me with your wiggle, I'll do you like a dog
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I want a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin
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Cause Choppa's like Popeye's chicken, you gotta love him
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The next time you think, that you won't get served proper
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I got your head board banging, p.s. just love Choppa
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[Choppa]
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I want a slim, fine woman, who as cute as the (what)
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Never ever labeled a duck, but always quick to buck
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A attitude sometimes, but not a project child
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But if needed to bend some piece, she acting project style
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And she walk like a model, when she up in them streets
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Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her feet
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She don't hang with messy chickens, cause she say that they sad
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They already know the difference, its lust they got it bad
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She don't listen to, what you say bout me and them broads
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She never listen from the jump, though her head is hard
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If she tell me she gon leave me, so my heart ain't gon stop
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I get a playa bring a mill, and my woman I'll watch
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And oh, tell your baby daddy, he ain't got nothing on me
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Going rounds and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see
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Oh, you wonder how she really got that mark on her chest
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Ask your girl, she'll probably tell you, but that ain't nothing but mess
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[Chorus - 4X]
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Lookin' Good
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| Choppa |
