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DON'T BUST MY CHOPS
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I'm sick and tired of you calling me names C
I'm sick and tired of your childish games O
I'm sick and tired of your bullshit brats M
C D P
Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks L
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Picked up the magazine, I see your face T
You're nothin' boy, a goddamn waste E
With the lamest fashions on your back
You're never happy, a hypochondriac R
A
G C Bb G M
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops O
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops N
E
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You're a styling queen and an alley cat G
Too many chocolates keep a fat man fat U
You're a pain in the ass, and your on the loose I
All I get from you is your bad attitude T
A
Dirty mouth, it's all I can bear R
Get outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere
Always wearin' that cheap perfume T
Can always tell when you're in the room A
B
Don't bust...
C
O
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P
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L
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Don't bust... O
N
Don't bust...
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