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letra de still trippin' (la leakers freestyle) - nle choppa

still trippin’ (la leakers freestyle) lyrics
[intro]
mmm
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
say n-gga, i’m still trippin’, still grippin’
purple rag on me, still crippin’
last n-gga play, he ain’t still livin’
really witty, you can ask the city
you don’t see chop unless he got a glizzy
hold fifty, get the whole clip when it start spittin’
soul liftin’, he was so gifted
put him in a box with a bow ribbon
roll them up in gg folds n-gga
bro poured up a four n-gga
ride around with a four-nickel
four sticks and four rentals
all four people, now his folks miss him
forty to his mouth, cougar kiss him
put my dogs on him, go and sic ’em
suspect, never been a victim
old head on my left smokin’ dro
while my n-gga on the right smoked your bro
i ain’t going back and forth
we don’t do ride around, i never even made a post
we gon’ leave ’em on the ground laying flat
while the ambulance check for his pulse
jump in that water, gonna need a float
shots hit his throat, let him drive the boat
ain’t been in your b-tch in a minute
but when i’m back in she gon’ feel it
i make her backbend like a gymnast
i bust like a mac-10 when she grip it
get my nut then i’m socially distanced
ifs, ands or buts, none of them b-tches
if she bad as f-ck i still ain’t simpin’
all she get is hard d-ck ’til i’m shrimpin’
really a dog, let me off the leash
bangin’ the c, but i’m really a p
take the l out of play, you get pay
take the r out of free, you get fee
my top b-tch made a mil in a week
she don’t sell p-ssy, she just get on onlyfans
and show pictures of her feet
i got a bad b-tch out the d
i got a hood b-tch out the chi’
one of ’em stay off royal oak
one of ’em live off king drive
one of ’em like to bump ginuwine
other one bumpin’ von when she ride me
detroit b-tch like to wear busty
my chiraq b-tch keep a number nine
i got some real n-ggas doin’ time
some of ’em ain’t even did the crime
was at the wrong place at the wrong time
shots start flyin’, n-ggas start dyin’
mommas start cryin’, i ain’t even lyin’
you ain’t never had to stand in line
just to wash your d-ck in front a couple of guys
ayy, ayy
we finessin’ here, we sellin’ him salt
gave him robitussin, thought it was raw
oregano in a cookie bag he bought
when he rolled it up he ain’t even cough
sixth grade i was gettin’ it off
fake drugs, had deals on the wheels
hoppin’ out the school bus with it on me
couple years later found the real plug
can’t even lie, i felt like tony
play with my money, we creep ’til the morning
as soon as it’s sunny we still gon’ be gunnin’
you know how we comin’, last n-gga started runnin’
hollow tips ripped through his back
’till it came out his stomach
on god, hold up
think i’m lyin’, i could pull it out and show the rod
jumpin’ in this water, you gon’ drown up in this pond
come around the gang, you need more than some heart

- nle choppa

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