Chip Tha Ripper – S.l.a.b. Lyrics


Prettyboy Floyd

Got my nigga Chip tha Rip in the Office

I ain’t got nothing else to say

Let’s get it poppin’

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[Chip Tha Ripper:]

Yeah Chip tha Ripper


You already know who it is

Yeah uh now baby I’m the ripper

Your baby daddy’s worst nightmare

Catch me by the Clair

I’ll be right there

Niggas copy everything we say

Louie frames, eyes lower than my G.P.A

Riding and swerving

Kush I’m blown

Doors wide my trunk bump like Eddy Road

I don’t cake hoes, I never tip the stripper

I’m rich bitch but you can call me Cheap the Ripper

Shell toes, yes. P.R.P.S

There’s a man riding a horse on top of my chest

Polo fresh, I am ze man

I be slam dunking Tanqueray shots with LeBron

I told niggas keep it Carmelo, okay

Rolled past Dave told him hello and hey

Me and Cash in something holy on 23’s ho

Back window says “Mama Mel Bicho”

Skateboarders grind, I grind too

That’s why you can catch me in D.C. shoes

I quit the team but believe I’m ballin’

Want a verse? Put up a stack or quit callin’

30’s on my Chevrolet call me super duper

Garage like roots I got more whips than Kunta

Riviera sitting on the Bulls’ best hoopa

Y’all still riding 20’s? Y’all some oompa loompas

Doors swang on niggas that got bad behavior

My four 15’s woke up the neighbors

Interior crocodile alligator

I drive a Chevrolet movie theater