Choppin Up That Paper Lyrics - Singles - Do Or Die

Chorus: 1x 

(val young) 

Choppin up that paper(with you) I do it for you 

You know you got me lovin you 

Choppin up that paper(with you) I do 

You got me love-in youuuuuu 

Verse 1: 

(ak) 

Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury 

No matter me, I'm a trustin g 

Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride 

Wit me? 

Now happy here and there ain't now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps 

But you others always want some and tell me true or false 

I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too 

Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you 

We can ride in the backseat drunk type all night 

Sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), baby but you knew dat 

First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars 

And boys out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus 

Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in atlanta on a burner actin 

Silly 

Now lets pause back gettin back and when we call facts, 

I'm not conceited, but I'm all that 

You got the video of me and twista ridin in the benz/lac 

But tell me can you fade back? 

Still ridin in the c-a-Fd-i double l, double a-c always 

Chorus 1x 

Verse 2 

(ak) 

Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry 

Point the finger if you know it's me, so flow when the lights on 

Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone 

Dead wrong, if you think that i, am on the paper chase cause you seent that i 

Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin hene spead your love 

And show love and not pro-long 

And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips 

And i 

Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks 

But remember when we packed, tennessee don't need that 

But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go 

Through 

I ain't hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and 

Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna ride on the side 

And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high 

Wit me 

Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l double a-c always 

Chorus 1x 

Verse 3: 

(ak) 

Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic it's a habit, situation 

When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did, 

So why you actin (? ) we gettin crunk and did, 

Run around givin g shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the 

Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take a puff 

To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, chrystille, now you lady 

Wanna do it again 

To an end, in a couple (? ) 

Less than jeeps then bentleys, vip and the whole 9 

We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin 

Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always 

Chorus 2x 

Fade out