Yung JC in the studio yuh
He don't know that he booty tho yuh
Cross jar jar binks with the crashcourse
Jeff green overdosed on a fat xan lookin uh
Pee in your nose, you got no hoes, and you not as cool as Jairo
What's with your clothes, glasses lesbo, white Mexicano like coco
Your mom wanted a daughter right
But she flushed her down the pipe
Willy Wonka kee kee chonka 1234 u a sucka
Delta g wanna b you a parody of me you see
Kill you with my words, John gacy
U fat boi, Eddie lacy
Face messed up like you Beetlejuice
Uh shoot you in the head like John Wilkes booth uh
I gotta sleep, little bow peep
You make me weep, so Peace
Oh it's cold and lonely sitting on the dark side
Pick up your coat, stick a bullet in the red light
Get out the way, Jeff and Jacob at the mic
And it's gonna come to blows in a gun fight
This that teeny tiny Timmy grabbing pistols by the neck
Making memories that u wish ud forget
Filled u to the rim with regret
Ur just clickbait catch u in the net
Sow the seeds of dissent
Grab the wrench
Ur gonna get decked
In Oregon smokin Oregano
I'm fresh as shit donchaknow
Got that crispy chippy chop flow
Hit ur moms up, thats my motto
Crack a baby bottle pop
I'm knocking at ur door
Got the heat and s'mores a galore
After this ull be beggin no more
Ur doors wide open
Chopper make u hit the floor
So you better shut it
Fabian has a physique of muppet
Shout out Edgar Allen Poe
Nevermore
Oh it's cold and lonely sitting on the dark side
Pick up your coat, stick a bullet in the red light
Get out the way, Jeff and Jacob at the mic
And it's gonna come to blows in a gun fight
Crispy Chippy Chop Flow Video (MV)
Performed By: Pimpin' Bhabies
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Jacob Jarmolinski, Jeffrey Andrews, Joseph Andrews
Pimpin' Bhabies - Crispy Chippy Chop Flow Lyrics
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Yung JC in the studio yuh
He don't know that he booty tho yuh
Cross jar jar binks with the crashcourse
Jeff green overdosed on a fat xan lookin uh
Pee in your nose, you got no hoes, and you not as cool as Jairo
What's with your clothes, glasses lesbo, white Mexicano like coco
Your mom wanted a daughter right
But she flushed her down the pipe
Willy Wonka kee kee chonka 1234 u a sucka
Delta g wanna b you a parody of me you see
Kill you with my words, John gacy
U fat boi, Eddie lacy
Face messed up like you Beetlejuice
Uh shoot you in the head like John Wilkes booth uh
I gotta sleep, little bow peep
You make me weep, so Peace
Oh it's cold and lonely sitting on the dark side
Pick up your coat, stick a bullet in the red light
Get out the way, Jeff and Jacob at the mic
And it's gonna come to blows in a gun fight
This that teeny tiny Timmy grabbing pistols by the neck
Making memories that u wish ud forget
Filled u to the rim with regret
Ur just clickbait catch u in the net
Sow the seeds of dissent
Grab the wrench
Ur gonna get decked
In Oregon smokin Oregano
I'm fresh as shit donchaknow
Got that crispy chippy chop flow
Hit ur moms up, thats my motto
Crack a baby bottle pop
I'm knocking at ur door
Got the heat and s'mores a galore
After this ull be beggin no more
Ur doors wide open
Chopper make u hit the floor
So you better shut it
Fabian has a physique of muppet
Shout out Edgar Allen Poe
Nevermore
Oh it's cold and lonely sitting on the dark side
Pick up your coat, stick a bullet in the red light
Get out the way, Jeff and Jacob at the mic
And it's gonna come to blows in a gun fight
He don't know that he booty tho yuh
Cross jar jar binks with the crashcourse
Jeff green overdosed on a fat xan lookin uh
Pee in your nose, you got no hoes, and you not as cool as Jairo
What's with your clothes, glasses lesbo, white Mexicano like coco
Your mom wanted a daughter right
But she flushed her down the pipe
Willy Wonka kee kee chonka 1234 u a sucka
Delta g wanna b you a parody of me you see
Kill you with my words, John gacy
U fat boi, Eddie lacy
Face messed up like you Beetlejuice
Uh shoot you in the head like John Wilkes booth uh
I gotta sleep, little bow peep
You make me weep, so Peace
Oh it's cold and lonely sitting on the dark side
Pick up your coat, stick a bullet in the red light
Get out the way, Jeff and Jacob at the mic
And it's gonna come to blows in a gun fight
This that teeny tiny Timmy grabbing pistols by the neck
Making memories that u wish ud forget
Filled u to the rim with regret
Ur just clickbait catch u in the net
Sow the seeds of dissent
Grab the wrench
Ur gonna get decked
In Oregon smokin Oregano
I'm fresh as shit donchaknow
Got that crispy chippy chop flow
Hit ur moms up, thats my motto
Crack a baby bottle pop
I'm knocking at ur door
Got the heat and s'mores a galore
After this ull be beggin no more
Ur doors wide open
Chopper make u hit the floor
So you better shut it
Fabian has a physique of muppet
Shout out Edgar Allen Poe
Nevermore
Oh it's cold and lonely sitting on the dark side
Pick up your coat, stick a bullet in the red light
Get out the way, Jeff and Jacob at the mic
And it's gonna come to blows in a gun fight
Writer: Jacob Jarmolinski, Jeffrey Andrews, Joseph Andrews
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid