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letra de top shotta - big weeb

[intro]
ye haha
y’all know what time it is haha
wah dem thing ye haha

[chorus]
won’t take one dollar, (not a dollar b-tch)
give me my chopper (my choppa b-tch)
big shots, rum, chatta (grrrla)
my n-ggas top shottas, (big boi)
won’t take one dollar
give me my chopper (choppa)
big shots, rum, chatta (grrrla)
my n-ggas top shottas

[verse, big weeb]
all my lil’ n-ggas will put them 9’s in your face, (in ya face)
if a f-ck n-ggas play, i let the f&n spray. (spray)
you n-ggas need weight, we got them pounds on the way, (on the way)
doing like the marthas, i’m trying to make another play. (another play)
seem like hates always come from the ones you’re close to
better watch who you motherf-cking next to. (who yah next to)
n-ggas play with my money, i’m a ask you off top i ain’t playing, i’m a strеtch thru
all them p-ssies wanna sleep, let thеm hoes take a nap
what you think you smoking, zah? p-ssy n-gga that’s bap (thats bap)
if you n-ggas wanna beef, better leave it on the app (on the app)
catch your ass outside, you gon’ get your ass clapped i you cap
ain’t talking employment, we got that work over here p-ssy put n-ggas be hinding, (over here)
we finna lurk over here (over here)
and if you look a little thirsty, we’ll, wet your shirt over here? (over here)
you thinking touching these dollars, you getting murked over here
[chorus]
won’t take one dollar, (not a dollar b-tch)
give me my chopper (my choppa b-tch)
big shots, rum, chatta (grrrla)
my n-ggas top shottas, (big boi)
won’t take one dollar
give me my chopper (choppa)
big shots, rum, chatta (grrrla)
my n-ggas top shottas. (yah man)

[verse, beeze don]
bombooclat mgn say fi ease, but me nah ease
finger pon the trigger, ready fi go squeeze it
america, them just start ah beef
so me a fi stew it dung like beef to peas
them boy, deh nuh bad, no lie
them nah step for no crime mgn say no k!ll them with no new style
me fi done them with some abc line
guh search up andrew lee warning
how much man you see dead how much parents balling
kids spread out like trap holling
them never take heed or listen to the warning
night pon nights, pure man stocking him
recruit a bag of man fi come par with him
give them trap, ammunition and everything anyhow
me a put a one corn in him
[chorus]
won’t take one dollar, (not a dollar b-tch)
give me my chopper (my choppa b-tch)
big shots, rum, chatta (grrrla)
my n-ggas top shottas, (big boi)
won’t take one dollar
give me my chopper (choppa)
big shots, rum, chatta (grrrla)
my n-ggas top shottas. (yah man)

[verse, big weeb]
all my lil’ n-ggas will put them 9’s in your face, (in ya face)
if a f-ck n-ggas play, i let the f&n spray. (spray)
you n-ggas need weight, we got them pounds on the way, (on the way)
doing like the marthas, i’m trying to make another play. (another play)
seem like hates always come from the ones you’re close to
better watch who you motherf-cking next to. (who yah next to)
n-ggas play with my money, i’m a ask you off top i ain’t playing, i’m a stretch thru
all them p-ssies wanna sleep, let them hoes take a nap
what you think you smoking, zah? p-ssy n-gga that’s bap (thats bap)
if you n-ggas wanna beef, better leave it on the app (on the app)
catch your ass outside, you gon’ get your ass clapped i you cap
ain’t talking employment, we got that work over here p-ssy put n-ggas be hinding, (over here)
we finna lurk over here (over here)
and if you look a little thirsty, we’ll, wet your shirt over here? (over here)
you thinking touching these dollars, you getting murked over here
[outro]
won’t take one dollar, (not a dollar b-tch)
give me my chopper (my choppa b-tch)
big shots, rum, chatta (grrrla)
my n-ggas top shottas, (big boi)
won’t take one dollar
give me my chopper (choppa)
big shots, rum, chatta (grrrla)
my n-ggas top shottas. (yah man, bomboclat)

- big weeb

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