letra de shotta flow 3 (indian parody) - dripreport
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[intro: nle choppa]
ayy (crip), yeah (crip), yeah (crip), yeah
[verse: dripreport & nle choppa]
every show that i do, b-tch, you know that i rock it (huh?)
the mic in my hand, but the glock in my pocket
these n-ggas keep dissin’, i guess i’m the topic
these bullets gon’ knock the knowledge out his noggin
it’s shotta flow 3 and you know i’m a g
beat my case, i ain’t coppin’ no plea
you say you a gangster, you say you a stepper
but you cooperated with police (on god)
step back up then shoot my thunder
you ain’t no boss, lil’ n-gga, you a runner
this b-tch suckin’ my d-ck like a flavored cucumber
d-ck all in her throat, i was touchin’ her tonsils
hit from the back, i was pullin’ her hair and i pulled off her frontal
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