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letra de no hook - nle choppa

[intro]
ayy, huh? yeah
i don’t even think y’all n-ggas ready
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
tell you they ready
yeah, yeah
wait, yeah, huh

[verse]
bullets hit a n-gga up like i’m playing pac-man
choppa got a kick back, leave him on the kickstand
you can call me doodoo, yeah, i’m the sh-t, man
n-gga talking sh-t so i fight on his b-tch ass
glock freeze ’em up, yeah, call that freeze tag
choppa leave ’em stuck, yeah, that’s a ditch, man
if a n-gga play, i’ma hit ’em by day
with the k, make a n-gga go ah, yeah
do the race, call it tay-k, yeah
f-ckin’ on another n-gga’s bae, yeah
make a n-gga shake, earthquake, yeah
n-gga, i’m real, you fake, yeah
i be totin’ them glizzy, we love totin’ guns
i do it for real, you do it for fun
when the opps see me, you know they gon’ run
i hang out the windows, shoot sh-t like lebron
you know that i hit ’em, i had to get ’em
they thought i was ballin’, i had to split ’em
7.62 cut ’em down the middle
cooking the mud like a f-cking mac glitter
suck me in the game and you know that i’ma scope, b-tch
pull up with the gang, twist the figure, make it bang
two pianos on my animal, i can’t beat tank
bullet fallin’ out the sky, let that b-tch rain
two, three shots take ’em out with a bank
back in the summer i did have a name
now she suck on my d-ck while my b-lls behind it
nle choppa she say that you slangin’
hit from the back, have her changin’ language
huh, huh? what the f-ck?
b-tch, stop callin’ my phone
i hit him one time then i leave her alone
i know i’m not right ’cause i’m doing her wrong
chat like a dog, i jet when i bump
we makin’ them serve, we servin’ that calm
i’m a real n-gga, you cannot clone
i’m cold with this sh-t like my frozen wood stone
i’m still a menace (huh? what the f-ck?)
i am a devil, whole ‘nother level
i’m clutching my medal, cookin’ like i vest up
she eating my d-ck like yeah, b-tch, is it edible?
i’m clutching my medal, cookin’ like i vest up
she eating my d-ck like yeah, b-tch, is it edible?
i’m clutching my medal, cookin’ like i vest up
she eating my d-ck like yeah, b-tch, is it edible?
back in eighth grade i was lame, i was boostin’
now i’m up in high school getting head from my tutor
used to be a fighter, graduated two shooter
shoot ’em in the head, i’m tryna knock at his noodles
i’m a big dog, lil’ n-gga, you a poodle
i celebrate a dream like my name young ruler
pop off like i’m marvin, bullets bless ’em, that’s a hallelujah
[outro]
rrr, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
slatt, slatt, choppa

- nle choppa

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