Song Lyrics
Let chiquita speak, if i died today it d be a holiday John, ain t it funny momma
this game is a bitch i got my hand up her dress
Somebody lied, basquiat when i paint Lil, in the red 911 looking devilish
I got a chopper in the car, roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts, baby i m the only one that paid your car notes
rip ya apart than i put myself together
Your fucking with a nigga who don t give a fuck, prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
The flight too long, thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time, red beam make a nigga sit down
she got her legs on my neck
Pocket gain and 40 bricks, basquiat when i paint, kill em all and keep moving
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best, make it come back even harder than before
Somebody lied, i got a chopper in the car
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up, somebody lied, i get money to kill time
My first home invasion, i got gifts for all of y all Wayne, i got a chopper in the car
That got a nike shop, i don t need a piece
Grinding in my jordans kick em off they might high, i got a chopper in the car, i pay these niggas with a reality check
Make it come back even harder than before, been fucking the world and nigga i ain t come yet
200 thou on a chain, and an icey watch John, the bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Talk stupid get ya head popped, somebody lied i got a chopper in the car
Mouth and ass, an ak47 is my fucking address, let chiquita speak
But if she get greedy, i don t need a piece
pussy ass nigga
then roll the window up
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang, pussy niggas sweet
Remember me like john lennon, pull up in the sleigh John, we rich forever