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letra de choppa talk - j1 (florida)

[intro: j1]
hoe think i’m her man, only time i… is when she…
haha, yeah, bih
wam, what the business is n-gga?
check me out
yeah

[verse: j1 & wam spinthabin]
hoe think i’m her man, the only time i care is when she naked
spin yo’ block, run back to the car, won’t be longer than thirty seconds
whoever made j1 feel played, that’s who j1 checkin’
n-ggas dead for f-ckin’ with us, try that sh-t at your discretion
bro said he finna jump out hittin’ first, i said, “i’m comin’ behind you.”
don’t gotta crank j1 to slide, jizzle gone, that’s my reminder
we can’t post no cutters ’cause they get put to use
scary b-tch, you went got time and told the story like dr. seuss
dude be speakin’ about who gangster and who not, but what have you done?
can’t hide and yo’ people shot up forever, go and shoot yo’ gun
you miss that boy, well my smacker the one that knocked him off
yo’ n-gga in my spliff and he so gas, i hit the ‘gar and coughed
choppa talk, parlay collect bodies with that rifle
free [?] sosa, that real lifer
slim and double-r, them my snipers
missin’ in action, nowhere close to the scene when they picked up the sh-lls
thought he could bump the jack, runnin’ from that draco, boy he fell
this trench sh-t, i been lit
this b-tch could see a dub
ask around, we clap sh-t
ran down and seen blood
watch me finger f-ck the drac, me and the trigger made love
don’t die tweakin’, i’m preachin’, bro got switchy in the club
f-ck who, we send sh-t
been rich, b-tch, i’m a thug
don’t slip, i’m comin’ off the hip, bet he can’t duck a slug
n-ggas tweetin’ but be down bad, broker than a f-ck
my lil’ b-tch she got a round ass and she love to f-ck
g-wagon, if the b-tch is bad, lil’ bro outta luck
just think fast and get in yo’ bag, b-tches love them bucks
he ass, g-lock did ’em bad, lil’ bro f-cked him over
n-gga posin’, how you tryna beef and you don’t got no dough?
sh-t real, used to get a thrill, bendin’ all them corners
lost friends, thought a lot of plans, i hate bein’ sober
keep composure, i can’t let ’em break me, you know i’m a soldier
wiz died, ‘lot of nights i cried, i wish i could hold him (n-gga)
[outro: wam spinthabin]
n-gga know what the business is (trenches)
feel me
(i wish i could hold him)
you feel me?
free [?] sosa, that real lifer
j1, what the business is?
that’s my sniper, n-gga (gang)
n-ggas know we dirt sh-t, we search sh-t
f-ck n-ggas know what the business is
free [?] sosa, that real lifer
free zay, that’s my sniper
what the business is? (grrah)

- j1 florida

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