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(*talking*)
What's up, ah ha, on
Choppa Style. Jahbo, Playa
On the track on

Ooh girl you good, give lil Choppa a holla
Cause I take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
Choppa Style came nothing, to having some change
Now everybody's in my face, wanting to look at me
Now I ain't even got a Range yet, but alright baby
Cause I ain't got my change yet, and I nice
And I ain't right, and I flipping chicks
But I ain't really nice, when I'm spitting hits
You feel this shit, then won't you bob your head back and
And if you like the way it sound, go to the store and it
You see me, I'm low key, cause I got
And Choppa style dropping but some hot hits, some hot hits
I can't wait, till I'm lavage, call me Choppa
Tim Smooth, I gotta have it
And not for a career, its all for fun
And I'm not St. Louis, but I'm number one, I'm number one

[Chorus: - 2X]
Girl you looking good, and ride with me
Hop in my 6 you looking nice, in them jeans
So you drop it, bend it over, touch your toes for me
Bend it, make booty wiggle wobble out for me

I got head board banging, ooh la-la-la
When I ask you who you loving, you say
I'm making it hot, coming through and breaking your
Don't you worry bout twenty minutes, cause I ain't stop
You say you wanna get wobble, so I'm gon find you
You say you wanna hot boy, a condo
How you like it, from the back or your in the air
You could ride it, you could dodge it girl, I just care
Cause I'ma it like I beat it, like I chop it like a dog
I'ma you touch your toes, sit you down and break you off
To you fat girls, I don't on y'all
If you can me with your wiggle, I'll do you like a dog
I want a slim, fine woman, so I could her cousin
Cause Choppa's like Popeye's chicken, you gotta him
The next you think, that you won't get served proper
I got head board banging, p.s. just love Choppa

- 2X]

I a slim, fine woman, who as cute as the (what)
Never labeled a duck, but always quick to buck
A sometimes, but not a project child
But if to bend some piece, she acting project style
And she like a model, when she up in them streets
Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada on her feet
She don't with messy chickens, cause she say that they sad
already know the difference, its lust they got it bad
She don't listen to, what you say bout me and broads
She never listen the jump, though her head is hard
If she tell me she gon leave me, so my ain't gon stop
I get a playa a mill, and my woman I'll watch
And oh, tell your daddy, he ain't got nothing on me
Going and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see
Oh, you how she really got that mark on her chest
Ask your girl, she'll probably you, but that ain't nothing but mess

- 4X]