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Choppa Docter
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
Choppa Docter Lyrics
Choppa Docter by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o-matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, b**ch
She could eat my cock, b**ch
Hold on, clean a nigga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back and all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull upside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass f**kin' choppa
Dirty-ass f**kin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, wack that boy in front of his f**kin' mama
With that sh*t that I is, hit inside his head infront his todler
Diddy boppin', he got f**kin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be f**kin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor
And I am the problem, and I am the issue
And I am the remedy, turn up with my nigga
I got the ratchetest b**ches, come from rag to gas to riches
Went from fightin', then to killin', cool like Antifreeze, then blew the ceilin'
Got ahead of me, b**ch, no you didn't, paper, I've been sippin' sealant
Hurstin', I've been lurkin', catch 'em workin' and I pop out with it
Where at, I'm gon' split his fitted, FIFA, b**ch, no we can't kick it
Want it, 'fore I hit it, lick it, oh, lil b**ch watch, I dive up in it
Divin' and he better not beat me, bet he not gon' see next season
Occasion, I got season in these heaters, this the hottest feastin'
MAC and it's small, but lethal, and I call this b**ch Mac Mini
Record the boy, like Jason, think I'm Jason, when I'm masked up, nigga
f**k it, they be hatin' slime, triple O got all kinds
Double O inside the clip, rollin' out, it's 'bout time
b**ch, you best respect my mind, them niggas from your project dyin'
When them hitta's go to slidin', catch him, hop out, walk him down
Huh, burn that b**ch and do 'em bad, yeah
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o-matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, b**ch
She could eat my cock, b**ch
Hold on, clean a nigga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back and all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull upside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass f**kin' choppa
Dirty-ass f**kin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, wack that boy in front of his f**kin' mama
With that sh*t that I is, hit inside his head infront his todler
Diddy boppin', he got f**kin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be f**kin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor
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