talking Whats up, ah ha, come on Choppa Style. Jahbo, Playa Will On the track come on [Choppa] Ooh girl you looking good, give lil Choppa a holla Cause I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada Choppa Style came from nothing, to having some change Now everybodys in my face, wanting to look at me strange Now I aint even got a Range yet, but thats alright baby Cause I aint got my change yet, and I aint nice And I aint right, and I aint flipping chicks But I aint really nothing nice, when Im spitting hits You feel this shit, then wont you bob your head back and forward And if you like the way it sound, go to the store and sco it You see me, Im low key, cause I got this And Choppa style dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot hits I cant wait, till Im living lavage, call me Choppa Tim Smooth, cause I gotta have it And this not for a career, its all for fun And Im not from St. Louis, but Im number one, Im number one [Chorus Jahbo 2X] Girl you looking good, come and ride with me Hop in my 6 you looking nice, in them Prada jeans So wont you drop it, bend it over, touch your toes for me Bend it, make that booty wiggle wobble out for me [Choppa] I got your head board banging, ooh lalala When I ask you who you loving, you say ChopChopChop Im making it hot, coming through and breaking your twat Dont you worry bout twenty minutes, cause I aint gonna stop You say you wanna get served wobble, so Im gon find you You say you wanna hot boy, with a condo How you like it, from the back or your legs in the air You could ride it, you could dodge it girl, I just dont care Cause Ima serve it like I beat it, like I chop it like a dog Ima make you touch your toes, sit you down and break you off To you fat girls, I dont discriminate on yall If you can break me with your wiggle, Ill do you like a dog I want a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin Cause Choppas like Popeyes chicken, you gotta love him The next time you think, that you wont get served proper I got your head board banging, p.s. just love Choppa [Chorus 2X] [Choppa] I want a slim, fine woman, who as cute as the what Never ever labeled a duck, but always quick to buck A attitude sometimes, but not a project child But if needed to bend some piece, she acting project style And she walk like a model, when she up in them streets Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her feet She dont hang with messy chickens, cause she say that they sad They already know the difference, its lust they got it bad She dont listen to, what you say bout me and them broads She never listen from the jump, though her head is hard If she tell me she gon leave me, so my heart aint gon stop I get a playa bring a mill, and my woman Ill watch And oh, tell your baby daddy, he aint got nothing on me Going rounds and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see Oh, you wonder how she really got that mark on her chest Ask your girl, shell probably tell you, but that aint nothing but mess [Chorus 4X]
choppa, prada, jahbo, bend, wobble