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Chapofc - VVS Lyrics



Chapofc - VVS Lyrics




Chapo on, ayy
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Wait, ayy
These ain't no si bitch these VVs

Somebody tell her take it easy
When I was broke shorty didn't need me
I got bread now , she treeshy
I play blind to it like Stevie

Niggas be askin' why I don't need shit
Bend da block and repeat it
Shootin' like offense but it's for defense
Little nigga don't jump off the deep end

Niggas ain't with that beef shit
Nigga, you know we be on some street shit
Ten toes down, we on some G shit
Show no mercy to the opps

Middle finger to them niggas
Keep my hand up on my Glock
My second finger on that trigger
Treat that boy like a release date

We just tryna drop a, nigga
Put the blunt down, I had to put my feelings in that liquor
Lil' mama lookin' like some ice cream
I'm just tryna lick her

Told her come and rock the mic
And she done turned in to a spitter
She just wanna eat the dick up
She gon' treat me like some dinner

Throw them dubs up when you see me, nigga
You know I'm a winner
All that TLC
Had lil' mama creepin' on a nigga

He gon' call, she say she sleepin
She was chillin' with a nigga
She just call me Chapo Phelps
The way a nigga swimmin' in her

She got hit from the back
With that bat, she ran home with a hitter
The lifestyle, I'm livin' fast
She prayin' I don't forget her

All the bitches that I meet
Plus, weed i smoke, I can't remember
Sad yea it's like June
I told her, meet me round September

It's the summertime, but all this ice it still give me a shiver

These ain't no si bitch these VVs

Somebody tell her take it easy

When I was broke, shorty didn't need me
I got bread, now she treeshy
I play blind to it like Stevie
Niggas be askin' why I don't need shit

Bend' the block and repeat it
Shootin' like office, but it's for defense
Lil' nigga, don't jump off the deep end
Niggas ain't with that beef shit

Niggas, you know we be on some street shit
Ten toes down, we on some G shit
These VVs, nah, nah, nah, these those VVs
Bling, bling, them thing is ringin', nah, nah

These VVs, nah, nah, nah, these them VVs
Bling, bling, them thing, uh
Heard a, opp just touched down
Up in the field, might get him picked off

Totin' on the rocket tell his soul
Prepare for lift off, big dog
These R. Kelly diamonds, these things got pissed on
Opposition toilets , we spinnin', niggas get shit on

Do or die, better pick a side and don't pick wrong
Said she got a man, I'm in his crib takin' off her thong
I killed it, then I beat on the chest
She think I'm King Kong

Pop up with that knocker, this shit ring
And ain't no ding dong
Slappin' shit, ratchet, spit back and forth
Ain't no ping pong

Married to the game, we rockin' chains
Can't put my ring on
VVs, nah, nah, nah, them them VVs
Bling, bling, them thing be ringin

Nah, nah, nah, them VVs
Nah, nah, nah, them them VVs
Bling, bling, them thing be ringin
Nah, nah, them VVs

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
These ain't no si bitch these VVs,

Somebody tell her take it easy
When I was broke shorty didn't need me
I got bread, now she treeshy
I play blind to it like Stevie

Niggas be askin' why I don't need shit,
Bend the block and repeat it
Shootin' like offense, but it's for defense
Little nigga, don't jump off the deep end

Niggas ain't with that beef shit
Niggas, you know we be on some street shit
Ten toes down, we on some G shit
These VVs, nah, nah, nah, these them VVs

Bling, bling, them thing be ringin
Nah, nah, these VVs
Nah, nah, nah, them VVs
Bling, bling, them thing, uh
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Chapo on, ayy
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Wait, ayy
These ain't no si bitch these VVs

Somebody tell her take it easy
When I was broke shorty didn't need me
I got bread now , she treeshy
I play blind to it like Stevie

Niggas be askin' why I don't need shit
Bend da block and repeat it
Shootin' like offense but it's for defense
Little nigga don't jump off the deep end

Niggas ain't with that beef shit
Nigga, you know we be on some street shit
Ten toes down, we on some G shit
Show no mercy to the opps

Middle finger to them niggas
Keep my hand up on my Glock
My second finger on that trigger
Treat that boy like a release date

We just tryna drop a, nigga
Put the blunt down, I had to put my feelings in that liquor
Lil' mama lookin' like some ice cream
I'm just tryna lick her

Told her come and rock the mic
And she done turned in to a spitter
She just wanna eat the dick up
She gon' treat me like some dinner

Throw them dubs up when you see me, nigga
You know I'm a winner
All that TLC
Had lil' mama creepin' on a nigga

He gon' call, she say she sleepin
She was chillin' with a nigga
She just call me Chapo Phelps
The way a nigga swimmin' in her

She got hit from the back
With that bat, she ran home with a hitter
The lifestyle, I'm livin' fast
She prayin' I don't forget her

All the bitches that I meet
Plus, weed i smoke, I can't remember
Sad yea it's like June
I told her, meet me round September

It's the summertime, but all this ice it still give me a shiver

These ain't no si bitch these VVs

Somebody tell her take it easy

When I was broke, shorty didn't need me
I got bread, now she treeshy
I play blind to it like Stevie
Niggas be askin' why I don't need shit

Bend' the block and repeat it
Shootin' like office, but it's for defense
Lil' nigga, don't jump off the deep end
Niggas ain't with that beef shit

Niggas, you know we be on some street shit
Ten toes down, we on some G shit
These VVs, nah, nah, nah, these those VVs
Bling, bling, them thing is ringin', nah, nah

These VVs, nah, nah, nah, these them VVs
Bling, bling, them thing, uh
Heard a, opp just touched down
Up in the field, might get him picked off

Totin' on the rocket tell his soul
Prepare for lift off, big dog
These R. Kelly diamonds, these things got pissed on
Opposition toilets , we spinnin', niggas get shit on

Do or die, better pick a side and don't pick wrong
Said she got a man, I'm in his crib takin' off her thong
I killed it, then I beat on the chest
She think I'm King Kong

Pop up with that knocker, this shit ring
And ain't no ding dong
Slappin' shit, ratchet, spit back and forth
Ain't no ping pong

Married to the game, we rockin' chains
Can't put my ring on
VVs, nah, nah, nah, them them VVs
Bling, bling, them thing be ringin

Nah, nah, nah, them VVs
Nah, nah, nah, them them VVs
Bling, bling, them thing be ringin
Nah, nah, them VVs

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
These ain't no si bitch these VVs,

Somebody tell her take it easy
When I was broke shorty didn't need me
I got bread, now she treeshy
I play blind to it like Stevie

Niggas be askin' why I don't need shit,
Bend the block and repeat it
Shootin' like offense, but it's for defense
Little nigga, don't jump off the deep end

Niggas ain't with that beef shit
Niggas, you know we be on some street shit
Ten toes down, we on some G shit
These VVs, nah, nah, nah, these them VVs

Bling, bling, them thing be ringin
Nah, nah, these VVs
Nah, nah, nah, them VVs
Bling, bling, them thing, uh
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Writer: Marquis Green
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