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letra de nle choppa (remix)* - bronson's beats & gypsy kid

lyrics from snippets/partial releases

[intro: gypsy kid]
1, 2, 3, 4, your b-tch is a wh0re, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, ok

[chorus: gypsy kid]
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool- man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it- go and squeeze
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool- man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it- go and squeeze

[verse 1: gypsy kid]
b-tch, i like to do my own sh-t
gypsy kid never gon’ be on that grown sh-t
i’m tryna dip off with the bag, like it was stolen
i’m tryna wake up, check the wrist, and see it frozen (oh, sh-t)
got more drip than the ocean
why you k!lling all these tracks, and doesn’t have a motive?
why you k!lling all these tracks? the gypsy kid is soulless
why these hating n-ggas have to be imposing? (d-mn)
every single day, gypsy tryna mind his own business
but every single day, someone tryna f-ck up his bag
so anytime they tell me to [?]- you must be kidding!
gypsy about his cash- f-ck it, i might just spaz! (yuh)
if i never met the man, no trust, yuh
i can see you from the stairs, no love, yuh
we might have to go ahead and f-ck it up, yuh
f-ck it up, yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus: gypsy kid, drew morrow]
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool- man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it- go and squeeze
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool- man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it- go and squeeze (yuh)

[verse 2: drew morrow]
a couple people tryna tell me what the vision is
forty points on my side, a lot of [?]
put his dish in the washer, watch his head spin
and no, lil’ b-tch, we ain’t friends
i ended at beginning with all the dividends
some semi’s tryna tell me who i am
[sam?]-wise, i’m lost in the yard again
third eye in the top, so [?]
bodybuilt armor hit back on some karma
and no, i’m not tryna sound alarming
but save no b-tch- you standing stiff out here, acting all “prince charming”

[chorus: gypsy kid, ro-b. z.]
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool- man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it- go and squeeze
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat (ayy, ayy, ayy- wat, wat, wat)
i just keep on laying low and cool- man, why they always come for me? (ayy, ayy- ayo, what up?)
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it- go and squeeze ( yeah, ro-b. z.!)

[verse 3- ro-b. z. (snippet)]
(ooh, ooh)
oh, you wanna come against me?
you wanna cook up some beef?
maybe start up a grill and have a barbecue like american families?
or are we talking music videos?
’cause lord knows that i’mma bring the shotta flow against this ho
so high on dope, he thinks he can dethrone me
i’mma snack the weed out your pretty little face, and demand that you call me “khan”
’cause i-

- bronsons beats gypsy kid

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