Young Chop (All I Got)
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I love this music more than hoes
She say she love me I say no
All I got, I feel like Chop now
All the bullshit gon get boxed out
I count my gwap, I count my gwallah
I spit my problems out in Logic
I got the sauce, I got the tartar
I pull up in a flying saucer
No matter what you say
We gon' deteriorate
So before it's too late
I get my priorities straight
I choose the music over you
I choose the bars over you
And given the choice
I choose the revenue too
I choose the revenue too
I pull up in a new coupe
I pull up wearing new shoes
All of my green got the blues
My bands are sad because you're absent
My bands are sad but Swamp is laughing
Stack up my gwap to the ceiling
Don't give a fuck bout your feelings
Diamonds on me and they screaming, yah
She thought that she was a keeper
She ain't know I was a demon
She did not see me scheming, no
Now it's back to square one
Making hits in my bedroom
Now it's back to square one
Making hits
I love this music more than hoes
She say she love me I say no
All I got, I feel like Chop now
All the bullshit gon get boxed out
I count my gwap, I count my gwallah
I spit my problems out in Logic
I got the sauce, I got the tartar
I pull up in a flying saucer