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letra de chopbloc - nle choppa

[intro: blocboy jb]
ha, yeah
hey, hey, hey, ha

[verse 1: blocboy jb]
this sh-t didn’t work out like you thought it would (word)
i’m trappin’ and posted in every hood (posted)
i’m crippin’, got thugs up in inglewood (crip)
keep a stick like a n-gg- was in the woods (grr)
got straps like jason bourne, uh (bourne, uh)
fill ’em, we lit like a joint, uh (a joint, uh)
my new b-tch, she bad, she a foreigner (foreigner)
i’m gettin’ head on the corner (corner)
thuggin’ in traffic, these n-gg-s, they faker than plastic (plastic)
i’m ’bout to stretch him like he was elastic (elastic)
fly on the carper, aladdin (‘laddin)
i got rich and i bought me a mansion (skrt)
in the game makin’ all the pt (pt)
yellow my wrist, this sh-t pee-pee (diamonds)
ice on my watch and my mouth full of vvs
you n-gg-s still in the d-league (d-league)
two joints (two joints)
kick the b-tch out ’cause i move stank (move stank)
bloc is in the hood, n-gg-, who ain’t? (word)
the joint make ’em lit like it’s two pints (yeah)
f-ck your b-tch on the first night i met her (met her)
know i’m up in the spot like a leopard (leopard)
gettin’ head in the tesla (tesla)
i’m smokin’ dope with the fellas (yeah)
fifteen-hundred on margielas (that’s on my momma, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: nle choppa]
he said he gon’ rob me, rob who? (what?)
break out them choppers, peekaboo (rrah)
we wipe his nose, hachoo (yeah)
and i’m the sh-t like boo-boo (pssh)
we step in the party, we thuggin’, no macs (yeah)
i see me some strippers, i throw me some racks (yeah)
i hit from the back and i pull out her tracts (huh)
her n-gg- got mad, i told him relax (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m on the block with jb (yeah)
we keep us a glock, no safety (bow)
mad that f-ck n-gg-s tried to take me (take me)
pull up and shoot like kd (kd)
we come in your party, we totin’ them things (yeah)
glock got a d-ck and it came with a beam
if he run up, i’m shootin’ the scene
addicted to act, i love the lean
load that glock, finna hit some (yeah)
backwoods, don’t smoke no swishers (huh)
she sucked my d-ck, you kissed her (yeah)
and then i f-cked your sister (yeah)
i’m doin’ my dance, i’m hittin’ the woah (what)
we up in cali, puffin’ on dro (huh)
i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch, keep that on the low (yeah)
she said she love when i f-ck her slow (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b-tch, i’m nle, can’t show no love
you play and you get bust quick (brr)
this chopper might just overheat
so i bought a coolin’ kit (ah)
since he made a scene (what)
yeah, we pulled up, shot a movie, b-tch (yeah, bah, bah)
movie, b-tch (bah, bah)
i don’t f-ck with foolish sh-t (rrah)

- nle choppa

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