Whole Lotta Choppas

Album: single release only (2020)
Charted: 35
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  • Uh (The Coal Cash Collection)
    It's the Queen Sleaze
    Nine months motherfuckin' pregnant, like what
    I'm bool

    Sada, what up? (Bang, bang, bang)
    Detroit

    Ooh, lil' nigga wanna try it
    I told him, "Black lives matter," I'm a riot
    Ooh, ass fat, I had to buy it
    Ain't a nigga alive that's gon' deny it
    This nigga makin' me feel erotic (erotic)
    Uh, he a freak like Giannis (Giannis)
    To be honest, I hope one day we do a play-date with Adonis
    Ooh, I'm 'bout my cake, get your bakin' on
    You don't want that real smoke, get your vapin' on
    Egg-whites, turkey-bacon on
    Ain't in a restaurant, but I'm the bitch they been waitin' on (tags)
    Gotta pop tags, bitches stuntin' in them hand-me-down bags
    It's sad, Burberry plaid
    You in that drip that I already had

    They wanna see you do your dance
    Do that thang poke out them pants?
    If it don't, then I got plans
    Bam, just got a summertime tan

    Scram, we just puttin' dollars on your head
    Niggas violatin', the gang gon' end up dead
    Lady in the street but a freak ho in the bed
    Trapper on 'em, that's my shooter in the red
    Lil' nigga can't keep my pussy out his hands
    Fuck a last minute, gotta book me in advance
    Been a bad girl, and I'm tryna get spanked
    Pretty little body, but my face look stank
    I be in the truck that cost your whole house
    Bitches imitate me but don't come close
    If you wanna celebrate the best, then come toast
    Bitches ain't sayin' nothin', but doin' the utmost
    Heard he wanna chew on my edible panties
    Even when I tell him, "See you tomorrow," he can't leave
    Got the Off-White sneakers, rockin' a tan weave
    When I come out, grab Simba, it's a stampede

    Ooh, lil' bitch wan' ride it
    Told the bitch don't get out her body
    Hmm, get right beside me
    I'ma get in that thang, get to slidin'
    This bitch makin' me feel erotic
    Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
    I don't give a fuck 'bout her milage
    And her grandmom related to the Winans
    Ooh, that's the shit that I like
    You a church girl, bitch, you like Christ
    Hmm, you ain't never had pipe
    Least not this kind, I'ma fuck you all night
    Off a Perc, hmm, off a Perc pack
    Yeah, leave a bitch with the hurt back
    Where the work? Hmm, where the work at?
    My young niggas wakin' up to serve that

    They wanna see me do my dance
    In these thousand-dollar pants
    Don't disrespect me and my mans
    Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass

    Scram, we just put them dollars on your head
    Snitchin'-ass nigga gave his mama to the feds
    Little brother, big brother, Sada got the dreads
    DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands
    Lil' bitch can't keep her pussy out my hands
    Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands
    I was stackin' blues, run up Tookies on they ass
    I be in the Bay rollin' Cookies on they ass
    I be in they nerves, G weed gave me is bustin'
    'Cause Sada can't be jealous off weed, I'm never stressin'
    I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing a double-decker
    Let my white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker
    Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter
    Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger
    These drugs ain't a joke, my nigga, I'm just tellin' you
    Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you

    They wanna see me do my dance
    In these thousand-dollar pants
    Don't disrespect me and my mans
    Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass, huh Writer/s: Casada Sorrell, Cecil Glenn, Marcus Coleman Black, Onika Maraj, Steven Gibson
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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