letra de counting up blues - nle choppa
[intro]
yeah, nle n-gga, choppa
i got four pockets full though
yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse]
i call on crip, i’m counting up blues
all [?] down, chanel on my shoes
my diamonds they wet, they come out the pool
my [?] they sayin’ i’m [?]
they know i’m on top, they want me to flop
every time that i drop, the streets get hot
hot as a summer
you a worker, you a runner
i’m callin’ the shot like a n-gga obama
every time that i walk in the room, she feelin’ my style and my groove
she sayin’ “that n-gga so smooth”
she lovin’ the way i maneuver
she love that sh-t on her [?]
and then i call her a ubеr
she was on some [?] sh-t, so i had to shoot her
ay, i pop mе a perc’, it go down my throat
it sit in my belly and then it float
[?] just like a [?]
put jizz on her lip, then i turn to a [?]
i ride with my gun, it came with a drum
shoot him in his head, it knock off his tongue
put a hole in his body, i took out his lungs
he tried to run, now his legs is gone
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