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Playboi Carti – Choppa Won’t Miss Lyrics ft Young Thug

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Playboi Carti – Choppa Won’t Miss Lyrics ft Young Thug

Choppa Won’t Miss Lyrics by  ft

[Intro – Young Thug]
Yeah! We ain’t wasting no time
“Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?”
Splat, splat, splat, woo!

[Hook/Chorus – Playboi Carti & Young Thug]
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
100 round drum killing everybody
100 round drum killing everybody
Choppa won’t miss a n—a

[Verse 1 – Playboi Carti & Young Thug]
She hop on the d–k and she split
Hop on my d–k like a b—h
Suck on my d–k like a tick
You a copier, Yeah you like to copy s–t
You ain’t even on the style till young Carti popped the s–t
I got hella hoes “woah”, on some papi s–t
Need to pop a b—h, need a solid b—h, harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge

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[Hook/Chorus – Playboi Carti & Young Thug]
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
100 round drum killing everybody
100 round drum killing everybody
Choppa won’t miss a n—a

[Verse 2 – Playboi Carti & Young Thug]
Out there running with my gun
Young n—a shoot for fun
Put some money on your head, I sell yo a-s for 10
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
I got b—–s on top of b—–s, and all my b—–s 10s
I spilled a (?) on milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got b—–s in the lot, pouring up the pop

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[Hook/Chorus – Playboi Carti and Young Thug]
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
100 round drum killing everybody “yeah”
100 round drum killing everybody
Choppa won’t miss a n—a “grrrah, Jeffrey!”

[Verse 3 – Young Thug]
30 round drum in the jean jacket
That making mean my jean kinda baggy
I never go for a chain snatch
I done been done had the same jewerly
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smoking nothing but nasty
F–k the law and whoever asking
Hit it, hit it, hit it all my b—–s wit a d–k so you know she eat
Cheated on my b—h, wit’ a b—h with bigger t—–s
Bout to cheat on my b—h with a m———-g midget
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Stacking for the dawg, I got hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that b—h say that we living here
(?), if I tell ’em, “aye let’s get it”
Platinum way let’s get it, diamonds in my face let’s get it
I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, aye!

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[Hook/Chorus – Playboi Carti and Young Thug]
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
Choppa won’t miss a n—a
100 round drum killing everybody “yeah”
100 round drum killing everybody
Choppa won’t miss a n—a

[Outro – Young Thug]
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!

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