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1 Chop Video (MV)




Performed By: Jbizz
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: J Bizz




Jbizz - 1 Chop Lyrics
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1 chop,
2 chop,
3 chop,
4 chop,
Pull up on they ass wit like mo chops
Pull up on yo bitch for a blowjob
This money is green, there's no stops
It's me on my own, I'm my own god
I don't even needa pray, I'm my own boss
F*ck you, and your whole goddamn squad
F*ck you, and your whole f*ckin team
Ima pull up just me and I'm makin yall bleed
Ima pull up 3 deep and we wettin the street
Why that boy hatin? He cannot compete
He just mad that his bitch is suckin on my feet
'N he mad that his bitch getting wetter for me
I don't know what to say, I don't know why you mad?
I got hella bitches, they all throwin ass
I got hella straps, from the front to the back
'N I got hella cash 'n I'm out poppin tags
I got hella weed, I stay high off the gas
I got everything you steady wishin you had
They know that I got it, they know that I pop it,
I pull up on him, and pop him wit a rocket,
Put it in my socket, start raiding his pockets,
'N then I go 'n I run off with the profit
Run off with his shit
You already know that I'm hittin the licks
Pull up on him and we packin the sticks
You already know that I'm gettin 'em hit,
Takin his watch and put it on my wrist
Wanna come try me? I'm gettin you whacked
Wanna come try some? I promise it smacks
Try to finnese but I'm keepin it strapped wit,
1 chop,
2 chop,
3 chop,
4 chop,
Pull up on they ass wit like mo chops
Pull up on yo bitch for a blowjob
This money is green, there's no stops
It's me on my own, I'm my own god
I don't even needa pray, I'm my own boss
F*ck you, and your whole goddamn squad
They said they I couldn't go do it, so I pushed my mind and I persevered through it
Chances aren't given, they gotta be taken, you gotta have will and go make someone do it
Respect isn't given, and trusting is wicked, but put in the work and see how lit you get it
I promise its worth it, it seems like its torture, but you can look back and go say that we did it
Yeah, go out and we did it, I promise only thing we countin is digits
He said he a shooter, he startin to fidget
Stomp that boy out and turn him to a midget,
Like Mario, we race to the finish!
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English

1 chop,
2 chop,
3 chop,
4 chop,
Pull up on they ass wit like mo chops
Pull up on yo bitch for a blowjob
This money is green, there's no stops
It's me on my own, I'm my own god
I don't even needa pray, I'm my own boss
F*ck you, and your whole goddamn squad
F*ck you, and your whole f*ckin team
Ima pull up just me and I'm makin yall bleed
Ima pull up 3 deep and we wettin the street
Why that boy hatin? He cannot compete
He just mad that his bitch is suckin on my feet
'N he mad that his bitch getting wetter for me
I don't know what to say, I don't know why you mad?
I got hella bitches, they all throwin ass
I got hella straps, from the front to the back
'N I got hella cash 'n I'm out poppin tags
I got hella weed, I stay high off the gas
I got everything you steady wishin you had
They know that I got it, they know that I pop it,
I pull up on him, and pop him wit a rocket,
Put it in my socket, start raiding his pockets,
'N then I go 'n I run off with the profit
Run off with his shit
You already know that I'm hittin the licks
Pull up on him and we packin the sticks
You already know that I'm gettin 'em hit,
Takin his watch and put it on my wrist
Wanna come try me? I'm gettin you whacked
Wanna come try some? I promise it smacks
Try to finnese but I'm keepin it strapped wit,
1 chop,
2 chop,
3 chop,
4 chop,
Pull up on they ass wit like mo chops
Pull up on yo bitch for a blowjob
This money is green, there's no stops
It's me on my own, I'm my own god
I don't even needa pray, I'm my own boss
F*ck you, and your whole goddamn squad
They said they I couldn't go do it, so I pushed my mind and I persevered through it
Chances aren't given, they gotta be taken, you gotta have will and go make someone do it
Respect isn't given, and trusting is wicked, but put in the work and see how lit you get it
I promise its worth it, it seems like its torture, but you can look back and go say that we did it
Yeah, go out and we did it, I promise only thing we countin is digits
He said he a shooter, he startin to fidget
Stomp that boy out and turn him to a midget,
Like Mario, we race to the finish!
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