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letra de nahh fr - dee mula

[intro]
i’m slidin’ with these choppers, just me by myself
lotta n-ggas be talkin’, they really be cappers
i cannot beef with no rapper, they do too much typin’
i’m type to walk up and slap ’em
smokin’ on broccoli, sh-t taste like fruit
f-cked this b-tch, she was foreign in la, ask al
pull up on me, let’s get active
my n-ggas ’bout action, no actin’
i’m just tryna ball, no waxin’

[verse 1]
these choppers, just me by myself
lotta n-ggas be talkin’, they really be cappers
i cannot beef with no rapper, they do too much typin’
i’m type to walk up and slap ’em
smokin’ on broccoli, sh-t taste like fruit
f-cked this b-tch, she was foreign in la, ask al
pull up on me, let’s get active
my n-ggas ’bout action, no actin’
i’m just tryna ball, no waxin’
glock tucked, thirty stickin’ out
i just walked out the bank with a large amount
better not walk up on me on no funny sh-t
you lil’ n-ggas my kids, you on punishment
got so much guap, can’t fit in my pants, man
what is you sayin’, man?
don’t get too close, ’cause they might get to sprayin’, man
step like a band, man
slidin’ in a double-r, this ain’t no honda
shots out that double-r, sh-t sound like thunder
had to put the b-tch out, she tried to slip off the condom
ho, you ain’t sl!ck, i’m smooth like b-tter
ice on, i’m in chill mode
don’t be watchin’ these chains, they in k!ll mode
got them racks in my jeans, but i ain’t playin’ tennis like serena
try to rob, chopper kickin’ like speakers
shout like the preacher
she got ass, she gon’ shake it, she know it
i just bought a brand new toy
this backwood hittin’ like floyd
got a grown man bankroll, yours lil’ boy
i’ll never hate on a n-gga, for what?
if you gettin’ money, then that’s great
n-ggas fake, that sh-t g-y
tryna come around like they straight
knowin’ d-mn well it ain’t straight
[interlude]
knowin’ d-mn well this sh-t fake
knowin’ d-mn well…
knowin’ d-mn well they can die, know what i’m sayin’?
n-ggas be really b-tches out here, man
n-ggas get scared when we pull up (f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?)
n-ggas get nervous, they pull out when we push up (nah, for real, n-gga)
nah, for real, word, this sh-t so crazy

[verse 2]
he postin’ these guns that he never shot
i think he just use ’em for props
she gon’ f-ck any n-gga that pop
that ho just a n-gga, gotta give her her props
n-ggas know i’m a threat, they gon’ p-ss me off
can’t be lackin’ out here, they’ll send you off
s 550, dreek cashed out
but he ain’t cash out, this sh-t ain’t runnin’ out
i can’t f-ck with you, you might run your mouth
now i’m at your house tryna take you out
man, these n-ggas b-tches, they need tampons
f-ck these hoes, they cheat with the creep ons
we don’t shoot sh-t less than a fifty
shouts out to uconn, turn your car to a futon
free fredo, my n-gga went federal, fed
he facetimed a n-gga a few times
i was young as h-ll with that glock
we was gettin’ n-ggas’ ass off the block
poppin’ up at every spot, you gettin’ outta here
brand new chopper, ain’t sh-t changed (nah)
[outro]
dee mula

- dee mula

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