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letra de murda talk - nle choppa

[intro]
a hunnid shottas [?] glock [?]
a hundred shottas [?] glock [?]

[verse]
i tell that homie scared, fool
said i’m ready, fool
so i gave him [?]
say he got slippin’ and got the clip [?]
mommas cryin’, n-ggas dyin’
p-ssy, that’s what shottas do, ayy
crip on your block real slow, ten on my window
mask on, gloves on, you know that clip extendo
don’t let down the window, open up the door and chase his ass
put tool up in his back and than i walk ’em down and face his ass
said he want some smoke, well you know i had to lace his ass
oppositions hoe, give me throat, [?]
[?]
if a n-gga catch me in a jam, you know i leave him red
is my life or your, p-ssy n-gga, [?]
we shoot first, we don’t shoot back, so you n-ggas [?]
i got the draco in trunk, six shots up to the window
i got a glock [?], we pop his top and then we go
[?]
i live this life for gino
you bet watch yo’ [?], my n-ggas slide for [?]
need to slow down on the .30, ’cause i’m keep [?]
[?]
i got my pistol with me, got the semi with me, ride in a [?]
i was thuggin’ hard [?]
[?]
shoot his baby mama, up in the chest [?]
i’m off a couple f-ckin’ percocets, i feel my body lifted
why the f-ck that boy got a vest? we pop his top and [?]
drive-by in a honda civic
[…]

- nle choppa

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