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letra de best gore - nle choppa

[intro]
they sayin’ “choppa talk to ’em”
they sayin’ “choppa talk to ’em”
i ain’t even gotta say much though
ayy

[chorus]
ay, might hop on a jet and go to belize
she givin’ me neck, she stay on her knees
she say i’m a dog, but i ain’t got flees
she know i’m a crip, but i act like a p
had to look at the devil, he lookin’ like me
when i look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
every time that it gliss, man a n-gga can’t see
if that boy try to diss, put him on a tee

[verse 1]
ay, i know you heard when a n-gga said i’m crazy
we k!llin’ n-ggas every day just like a racist
everybody gotta die, you gotta face it
my main shooter, he a k!ller, he caucasian
ay, bought the white bricks
i got twеlve, i ain’t talkin’ [?]
i’m daydreamin’ ’bout a murder whilе i’m in the shower
i ain’t [?], man i’m really sour
draco bullets milk him out if he actin’ coward
ay, how many bodies do i got? i don’t know
catch ’em slipping i’ma hit ’em with this pole
my lil’ n-gga, he just upped the f-cking score
he caught two f-cking opps in a row
i ain’t tryin’ to shoot up a n-gga house
walk up on his porch and then i kicked the door
and then i’m in my way to your f-ckin’ kitchen
and then i burn that p-ssy n-gga like some toast
[chorus]
ay, might hop on a jet and go to belize
she givin’ me neck, she stay on her knees
she say i’m a dog, but i ain’t got flees
she know i’m a crip, but i act like a p
had to look at the devil, he lookin’ like me
when i look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
every time that it gliss, man a n-gga can’t see
if that boy try to diss, put him on a tee

[verse 2]
ay, when i looked at the devil i realized i had a twin
i had to tell that n-gga “what’s up? you don’t sin like i sin”
my grandma told me “repent”, but i keep doin’ it again
i left that n-gga brains up on the floor when i split his wig
i be cruisin’ on the block
ay, don’t you smoke in my car
ay, ’cause if the police pull us over we got glocks
ar-15 in the trunk with the mops
in the glove compartment, i got some crack rocks
they ain’t for me, they for the junkies and the jocks
ay, i catch a body then i put it up on best gore
my whole gang k!llin’, b-tch we got the best score
just like the front door, n-gga you are not out the porsche
i been on fire and these b-tches like they passin’ the torch
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
ay, might hop on a jet and go to belize
she givin’ me neck, she stay on her knees
she say i’m a dog, but i ain’t got flees
she know i’m a crip, but i act like a p
had to look at the devil, he lookin’ like me
when i look at my wrist, it remind me of pee
every time that it gliss, man a n-gga can’t see
if that boy try to diss, put him on a tee

[outro]
mhhm
made him run when he heard that gun sound
black out, black out, dun-dun, man down
black out, black out, dun-dun, man down
hhmm
hmm
yeah, no, no

- nle choppa

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