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letra de whole lotta choppas - nle choppa

(intro)
yeah yeah ayy ayy
oh my god ronny!

[verse 1: nle choppa]
shawty wanna f-ck, she needs some ass on (she needs some ass on)
the difference between me and him, my cash long (my cash long)
all of y’all n-ggas snitching, put the tags on (put the tags on)
’cause i love k!lling, you can call me a grave donor
i just wanna be free (wanna be free)
baby it’s not meant to be (not meant to be)
stretchin’ out for your love, but it’s out of reach
let poppa know that you proud of me
glock 23, twenty-three n-ggas dead (brr)
23k cash sittin’ on his head
and when i sleep i got monsters underneath the bed
’cause the nightmares keep on playin’ with my head
[?] (who?)
no love ent, young n-gga wild
and now my diamonds in the [?] i don’t f-ck with [?]
[?] in your shirt under pressure call you earl

[verse 2: xxxtentacion]
spin on my d-ck, uh, yuh
just like a fidget, uh, yuh (ayy! ayy!)
when she on my d-ck, uh, ayy
look like a midget, uh, ayy (ayy!)
okay, lil’ shawty wan’ eat on my body
just like a frito-lay, uh, yuh
just like i’m phineas, or like lil’ ferb!
“what did you do today?,” uh, yuh, ayy (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
[interlude: xxxtentacion]
you already know i’m rockin’ n-gga (you already know i’m rockin’ n-gga)
i got tank in the booth (i got tank in the booth)
haha! (haha)
where ya glock at, tank? (where ya glock at, tank?)
ayy! (ayy, ayy!) yuh! (yuh!)

[verse 3: nle choppa]
i tell these p-ssy ass n-ggas suck my d-ck (yes sir, yes sir)
ayy, yuh, yeah, ayy ,ayy (yes sir, free tay, free tay)
you, not a k!ller you fold under pressure
i put him to the left, yeah you know i [?]
hit his ass with this choppa i know that he felt that
b-tch, i know how to rob, you know that i’m stealthy
when sh-t go down who really gon’ slide?
i saw me a murder when i was just five
homicide on my brain you know that i’m traumatized
i couldn’t find my opp so you know that his mama died
b-tch i’m deep in the field, i don’t need no cleats
b-tch i’m not from miami but i keep my heat
and my glock on my side every time that i sleep
that choppa make him sweat like he was keith
finger on the trigger b-tch, you know that i shoot
when the opps see me, you know they salute
b-tch you know i’m the sickest like i had the flu
put your ass in the ground like he was a root
n-gga watch your mouth, who the f-ck is you buggin’?
i shot him two times, he ain’t die so he lucky
you can call me shakur cause a young n-gga thuggin’
bullets real hot like i put ’em in the oven
ar-15 with the .223’s
i get a n-gga burnt like charlie sheen
all black with the mask so you know i ain’t seen
my n-ggas they shootin’ like they was kareem
glock got a d-ld-, never been a weirdo, pull up at your front door, shoot like rondo, hoes in the condo, d-ck in her tonsils
when i get a nut i’ma kick ’em out pr-nto
who got shot, n-gga i really…
[outro]
molly water, uh, yuh

- nle choppa

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