Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
Cause when i need the choppers, that bullet gonna be
Until the coppers drop in from choppers
Until the day i put 100k inside her purse
I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad
When we bring out them choppers, you gonna have heart attack.
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
When we bring out them choppers, you gonna have heart attack.
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