CHODE POPS lyrics

[Intro: Slade & 1x1x1]
Hello everybody!
Yo, there's some chode pops over there
Let's go get some f*cking chode pops
Yo 1x1 you got any money on you bruh?
Yeah, I got money
Hol' up let me get it out my ass tho
I got one half-dollar
Two nickels, and one penny
Aight bet, let's go get this sh*t bruh

[Verse 1: Romamndas]
Chode pop got a chode pop
Hits the hot spot
Yeah the hot spot
How my di*k small
But it's thicker than a f*cking yacht
Swing my jock around
Now I knocked him out with my c*ck
Then I drink his c*m
Like some scotch from his crotch
Then I spit it in a sock
While walking down the street
Then I smoke you on rеpeat
It's real neat and rеal sweet
Like this beat, this sh*t real heat
[Interlude: 1x1x1]
Yuh, bro what happened to the beat bro
Bro shut yo b*tch ass

[Verse 2: 1x1x1]
I be in the back sucking that
It be small but it's real fat (Real fat)
I know that his ass real Strapped
Make it clap
You better act fast or I'm gonna smash that n*ggas ass (Smash that n*ggas ass)
Like a snack
Got a bag of c*m and it's mixed with rum
Like some red c*m
And I f*ck his bum
I got two chode pops, chode pops (Hold up, Hold up)
I got two chode pops, chode pops (Hold up, Hold up)
I be c*mming on my opp
On my opp (On the opp, Yuh, On my opp)
I be c*mming on my opp
His name is bob what's the odds he likes c*cks (What's the odds)
While wearing crop tops
While doing Squats on some big black rods
Like it's bird is the word (Bird is the word)
I gon' pop and pop and pop and leave his ass chopped
He smoke my di*k like a bong
My c*m like a tango bomb
I beat my meat so much that they call me Armstrong (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, Armstrong, yuh)
[Chorus: Slade]
Talkin' bout this b*tch it is a chode pop
Ted Talk
And he got a white c*ck
No I mean a big c*ck
Big c*ck, black c*ck
Stick it in my ass
And he's f*ckin' me, he's f*ckin' me real fast
And I call this beat, it's gas
Yo, you know I got good aim when my di*k it
Got a f*ckin' red dot
Got a f*ckin' head pop
Gotta give him a f*ckin' facial
I ain't racial
And I'm f*ckin' on this n*gga
And I'm f*ckin' on this n*gga, ho, yuh

[Verse 3: Slade]
Come in my room and he's j*rkin' me real strong
He's comin' in my room, I see that n*gga thicked up with a thong
And I'm ready to pull down his draws
And sucking on his dong
I said I like it
And I like this beat
I'm rapping on this song
Five guys lined up in a row
I eeny miny moe for what di*k I want
f*ckin' on a n*gga, his di*k in my ass
It f*ckin' haunt me
f*ckin' on a n*gga
And he whippin' out his di*k
He spin it in a circle
And I know it, taunt me
And his balls are big as oranges
And he opened my door
n*gga is fat as sh*t, he broke the door hinge
And he's hoppin' on me I think that I broke a bone
He's BB in my phone
That sh*t stand for big bone
He's f*ckin' me under the covers
He f*ck me good while in prone
Then he hit my phone one time
I told that n*gga leave me the f*ck alone
Yuh, it's real heat when he's cooking in my ass
My ass is like a oven way he baking babies
And I'm f*cking on a n*gga, man I hope he ain't got rabies
And I'm f*cking on this n*gga, yeah we making hella babies
Making hella babies
[Chorus: Slade]
Talkin' bout this b*tch it is a chode pop
Ted Talk
And he got a white c*ck
No I mean a big c*ck
Big c*ck, black c*ck
Stick it in my ass
And he's f*ckin' me, he's f*ckin' me real fast
And I call this beat, it's gas
Yo, you know I got good aim when my di*k it
Got a f*ckin' red dot
Got a f*ckin' head pop
Gotta give him a f*ckin' facial
I ain't racial
And I'm f*ckin' on this n*gga
And I'm f*ckin' on this n*gga, ho, yuh