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dj booker & nle choppa - off the muscle lyrics

[intro]
(pipe that sh_t up, tnt)
ayy, sean john drip when i walk in the porch
nle, top shotta, don dada, ayy
(cook that sh_t up, quay)
ayy, ayy, cook that sh_t up, quay
oh, that my n_gga ain’t even know this where he be
(yeah, yeah) f_ck you talkin’ ‘bout
(tahj money)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
sean john drip when i walk in the porch, house so big that it look like a porch
smack him with the pistol, p_ssy n_gga you a dork (brrt, brrt)
p_ssy ass n_gga you are not out of the porch
give him a grave, my n_gga gon’ dig it
put the lean in my cup and you know i’ma sip it
b_tch, i’m gone off this .30, i think that i’m trippin’
i’m so high in this b_tch, thought my heart was my kidney
your n_gga, they b_tches, they coming up missin’ (ayy)
my chopper got .50, i shoot till it’s empty (ayy)
this b_tch here a fully, you totin’ a semi (ayy)
i’m countin’ up commas, completin’ my sentencе (ayy)
the way that i’m livin’, pop out in your city
she suck on my b_lls while i grip on hеr titties
he say he gon’ k!ll me, your n_gga like ricky
keep him shy like a waitress, we leave him tips
keep them sticks up like them blind folks
say i’m a b_tch, you lyin’, hoe
but so when we slide, 50 shots up at these nine, hoe
want me to kick it? got no time, hoe
but you can suck it anytime, tho
pull it out and skewed up on her face i made her eyes closed
wokhard in the cup, sh_t hit like rocky
look at me in the picture with a gun, you won’t scare n0body
i ain’t even wanna do it, but i caught another body
bad b_tch, go to ole miss, she the hottest out there
overdose in this b_tch, i just popped another roxy (ooh)
didn’t mean to say that, don’t tell n0body (ayy)
woke up in the hospital, f_cked on the doctor (ayy)
i was up in heat, now even tg’s a lost cause (ayy)
who gon’ stop me? they say i’m a top shotta (ayy)
shot him, shot the friend, now the body on top of him (ayy)
hunnid some shots, demolition him, b_tch, i’m a polisher
shot in the mouth, he was hollerin’ (brrt)
b_tch about murder, my tyler, bullet, they swallow him (brrt)
you eatin’ these bullets, lil n_gga, you gobbling
we give him a mullet like we was your barber
i smoke me a wood and i drop out my heart and sh_t
i’m late for my show, b_tch, they call me a tardian
f_cked up in the head, i’ll shoot at your guardian
off the henny, but i wanna know where bacardi at
too much in these drugs, i’m falling in cartier
tryna rob me, then you gonna be sorry
i’ma look for your soul, i’ma take it, can’t get it back
p_ssy ass n_gga this sh_t ain’t a joke
why the f_ck you got a gun? i’ma take your pole
if you get in the business, i’ma shoot your nose
if a n_gga want beef, i’ma k!ll your bro
baby mexico with the pope, vamanos
don’t need no bullets, let all of ’em blow
b_tch, i’m runnin’ this beat, you signin’ my blood
i’m fresh out the dirt, but i’m sippin’ on mud
i just call me a lack, i’ma put it on dub
my brother, he blood, but i’m callin’ him cuz
had to c_walk ‘fore i dump my clip, cause i did my dirt for crip
them n_ggas, they said we dipped
how we run when we upped off the hip?
and y’all was the n_ggas that was doin’ them flips
shot him in his neck, bullet came out his lips
for all of the opps, this sh_t here a psa
i shoot you for real, i might go to the nba
why the f_ck would i scuffle, my drac in my duffle
you think we gon’ scuffle? pop him like a bubble
you scatter your n_ggas, my n_ggas, my brothers
if one of ’em gon’ cross me, on god, i’ma bust ‘em
[outro]
sh_t off the muscle
nle, the top shotta
got the bombs like al_qaeda
n_gga play, swear to god gon’ be murder, on god
f_ck you, b_tch

- dj booker nle choppa lyrics

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