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In My Head (ChopNotSlop Remix) [feat. D-Willy] Video (MV)






Mace Lee & Chopstar Chino - In My Head (ChopNotSlop Remix) [feat. D-Willy] Lyrics




Lee, Lee!

Thots in my bed, but these thoughts in my head
Gone and get the bread what I should've done instead
I don't want no regrets when I'm on my death bed
I love having sex, but I'd rather get a check
Thots in my bed, but these thoughts in my head
Gone and get the bread what I should've done instead
I don't want no regrets when I'm on my death bed
I love having sex, but I'd rather get a check

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?

I said it's all these f*ck n****s always capping 'bout they paper
While they in the cut, pouring up, tryna chase her

Swear I think she cool, I ain't tryna be a hater
But on the download though, I ain't tryna date her

Watch me count these chips, then I dip like potatoes
Thumbing through the money, counting hundreds like its Play-Doh

Girl I ain't got time, time is money 'til it's fatal
But I f*ck with you, please be cool if that's okay though
I'm a working man, get the bag like a grown-up
If I ain't with you I be clubbing 'til I through up
Need a Tesla, candy paint glazed doughnut
And a crib hallway that look like a MoMA

Don't f*ck with me, spray your place like graffiti
Invite your bitch over, she gon' sing like the Bee Gees
She pull up to the crib, I got Netflix on the TV
But she ain't wanna watch, she just wanna make a DV

Deep in this shit, but I need me a grip (I need me a grip)
Don't wanna say goodbye, wanna see her again (See her again)
Need her again, I'ma need her again
But we already know how this is gonna end

Thots in my bed, but these thoughts in my head
Gone and get the bread what I should've done instead
I don't want no regrets when I'm on my death bed
I love having sex, but I'd rather get a check
Thots in my bed, but these thoughts in my head
Gone and get the bread what I should've done instead
I don't want no regrets when I'm on my death bed
I love having sex, but I'd rather get a check

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
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Lee, Lee!

Thots in my bed, but these thoughts in my head
Gone and get the bread what I should've done instead
I don't want no regrets when I'm on my death bed
I love having sex, but I'd rather get a check
Thots in my bed, but these thoughts in my head
Gone and get the bread what I should've done instead
I don't want no regrets when I'm on my death bed
I love having sex, but I'd rather get a check

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?

I said it's all these f*ck n****s always capping 'bout they paper
While they in the cut, pouring up, tryna chase her

Swear I think she cool, I ain't tryna be a hater
But on the download though, I ain't tryna date her

Watch me count these chips, then I dip like potatoes
Thumbing through the money, counting hundreds like its Play-Doh

Girl I ain't got time, time is money 'til it's fatal
But I f*ck with you, please be cool if that's okay though
I'm a working man, get the bag like a grown-up
If I ain't with you I be clubbing 'til I through up
Need a Tesla, candy paint glazed doughnut
And a crib hallway that look like a MoMA

Don't f*ck with me, spray your place like graffiti
Invite your bitch over, she gon' sing like the Bee Gees
She pull up to the crib, I got Netflix on the TV
But she ain't wanna watch, she just wanna make a DV

Deep in this shit, but I need me a grip (I need me a grip)
Don't wanna say goodbye, wanna see her again (See her again)
Need her again, I'ma need her again
But we already know how this is gonna end

Thots in my bed, but these thoughts in my head
Gone and get the bread what I should've done instead
I don't want no regrets when I'm on my death bed
I love having sex, but I'd rather get a check
Thots in my bed, but these thoughts in my head
Gone and get the bread what I should've done instead
I don't want no regrets when I'm on my death bed
I love having sex, but I'd rather get a check

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?

What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
What you on n****, what you on, aye?
What you on bitch n****, what you on, aye?
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Writer: Benjamin Hill, Darrion Williams, Mason Lynaugh
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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