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nle choppa - chicago to memphis كلمات الأغنية

[intro: g herbo]
n_gga
f_ck n_gga, f_ck n_gga, f_ck n_gga
(run that back, playboi)

[verse 1: g herbo]
raise the murder rate
anytime a n_gga play, we raise the murder rate
broad day, let thirty shots off and we skrrt away
park the car, don’t drop off
i be frontline when it pop off
when it’s crunch time, make him hot sauce
homicide, gon’ take his block off
let the glock off, knock yo’ top off
ayy, watch him fly away
tryna stay up out them streets, i had to fly away
mama pray, i’m too deep in the streets to stop, i can’t
really rich, i woke up, thought to buy that watch, i ain’t
i bank at five banks
in my hood, i’m hall of fame
i’m on that nine rate
changed the game, i showed my n_ggas how to play, i got away (i got away)
still ain’t put that fire away, you wanna die? just try today
my mind right, i’m flying straight, i prolly walk away
plus, i know you n_ggas hoes, just act tough and talk away
eighteen got sacked up and strapped up, just off a play
and i ain’t hiding, i’m in la, i’m in a lamb, i’m in valet
[verse 2: nle choppa]
ayy, switch out thе tags and the vin, ’cause i wanna spin again
couple shots in thе fn, the rest of ’em in his friend
ain’t enough money in this world that’ll make me cross a friend
ain’t enough loyalty in the world for you to comprehend
freaky b_tch, i beat her back until it bend and it break
gave me head up in the cat, i put the police on the chase
came in her mouth, got away, and still ain’t ever hit the breaks
asked her, was she fine? she said her hair f_cked up but she okay
i’m as cutthroat as it get, and i’m ’bout as grimy as a ho (grimy as a ho)
glizzy gotta match my fit or i ain’t steppin’ out the door
thirty shots, it wasn’t enough, so i got fifty at the most
scratch the serial up out this b_tch, now both of y’all are ghost (brr, brr, brr)
get my jewelry from flawless diamonds, but my b_tch go to watkins (go to watkins)
might get a urus on perfect timing, just to say i bought it
n_ggas weird, they sneak dissin’ on me, and d_mn right i caught it (d_mn right i caught it)
a couple weeks later, we had his momma picking coffins
this that sh_t that have you going a hunnid on the e_way
stop the car and let me out, i left him layin’ on the freeway
got n_ggas shooting behind and after me, like its a relay
blow his candles out his candlelight, call it a murder b_day (br_brr_brr_brr)
f_ck the scoreboard n_gga, you could check the stat sheet
run sh_t down like sha’carri in the track meet
put him in the backseat, then k!ll him on the backstreet
two shooters the tag team, his noodles on concrete (concrete)
n_gga
business is what we standing on
bullets hit his back, tell him to show it off like it’s vlone
few things i don’t play about, money and respect, and my drones
you see me, might play around, but i got bodies on my dome
shot a n_gga at fifteen, i never looked back since
slam dunk a opp, my arm in the rim like i’m vince
purple bandanna, purple outfit, purple rain, like i’m prince (crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, crip)
i’m a money makin’ n_gga but i can’t go out like mitch (brrt, brrt, brrt)
i bet them bullets change his subject
why you stop sucking my d_ck
b_tch, you seen i ain’t nut yet (the f_ck)
n_ggas can talk all they want, i still ain’t been touched yet
brodie tell me chill, he know i k!ll, but n_gga, f_ck that (n_gga f_ck that)
cause if i don’t get him, they got me (brrt)
if i don’t feel them they body (brrt)
put 33 in them, scottie, no pippen (brrt)
them bullets hit him, inject him, he feel ’em like penicillin
we put n_ggas pass the ceiling, in the sky giving god a visit
murder, murder, k!lling, k!lling
dirty .30 filled with sinnin’
for certain, i’m murkin’ a person thinking that i ain’t with it (i ain’t with it)
close the curtain, hospital visions
we flatlinin’ them b_tches, double back
now that them n_ggas hit up his spine, now he crippin’ (brrr)
[outro]
spine now he crippin’, n_gga
crip, n_gga
nle the top shotta (shotta), got the bombs like al_qaeda (al_qaeda)
like what man? i’ll drop ’em (br_ brr)
man, i’ll slaughter, n_gga
these n_ggas know what we standin’ on

- nle choppa

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