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nle choppa - nle choppa - memphis shooter (murda talk remix)* كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
th_th_th_think we found a loophole (if datboydionis didn’t do it i do want it)
a hunnid shottas, two oppas, i bet these glock i pop ’em (i bet i do)
a hunnid shottas, two oppas, i bet these glock i pop ’em (i bet i do)
a hunnid shottas, two oppas, i bet these glock i pop ’em

[verse]
ayy, i think lil’ homie scared, fool, he say, “i’m ready, fool” (ready, fool)
so i gave him that lil’ dirty tool, he say he finish dude (he got the glock, n_gga)
say he caught him slippin’, got the clip and knocked him out his shoes (grrt, sayin’)
mama’s cryin’, n_ggas dyin’, p_ssy, that’s what shottas do, (ayy, shottas)
creep on your block, real slow (slow), tint on my window (window)
mask on, gloves on (gloves, hey), you know the clip extendo (extendo)
don’t let down the window (ayy), open up the door and chase his ass (the f_ck you doin’?)
put two up in his back and then i walk ’em down and face his ass (grrt, grrt, grrt)
said he wants some smoke (yeah), well, you know i had to lace his ass (yeah, yeah)
opposition ho gave me throat while she was shakin’ ass (what? what? yeah)
my pops said, “don’t give him that glock ’cause you know he gon’ f_ckin’ cry” (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
if a n_gga catch me in a jam, you know i let it ride (skrrt, grrt)
it’s my life or yours, p_ssy n_gga, i’m gon’ let me decide
we shoot first, we don’t shoot back (nope), so you n_ggas better duck and hide (grrt, grrt)
i got the drac’ in trench coats (ayy), send shots up through the window (ayy)
i got a glock, a gen4 (ayy), we pop his top and then we go (ayy, ayy, ayy)
traffickin’ birds like nino (ayy), we leave him lost like nemo (ayy)
all_black attire, emo (ayy), short time to live like chemo (ayy, ayy, ayy)
if the number’s right, your n_gga k!ll you (ooh), call it bingo (i bet he did it)
you better watch your lingo (brrt), my n_ggas slide for gino (brrt, i made him do it)
i need to slow down on them thirties (hey), ’cause i’m keep throwin’ up (i’m throwin’ up)
i threw back two of them b_tches (bah), so it gave me bubble guts (ayy)
i got my pistol with me (ayy), got the semi with me (brrt)
ridin’ in the hemi (yeah, yeah)
i was thuggin’ hard in juvenile (ayy), i had the rules bendin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)
they like, “d_mn, you left the clip empty? (what?) yeah, i left that clip empty (stupid)
yeah, i’m k!ller so come tempt me (duh), memphis shooter like the grizzlies (go)
shoot his baby mama in his chest (grrt, grrt), d_mn near knocked the titty (uh)
i’m off a couple f_ckin’ percocets (ooh), i feel my body lifted (ayy)
why the f_ck that boy, he got a vest? (ayy) we pop his top and dip it (ayy)
drive_by in a honda civic so they know lil’ choppa did it (ayy, brrt)
hop out, boys on the block (get up), n_ggas ran like they seen the narcs (brrt, yeah, ah, yeah)
hit him in his thigh (boom), hit him in his back, make him drop
oh, he still alive? let me finish that, pop his top (what)
i don’t fantasize them bodies in my mind (huh, huh) and i can’t stop (huh, huh)
uh, n_gga know i keep a glock, yeah (huh, huh, ayy)
n_gga (ayy), f_ck, how we gon’ buck, n_gga, f_ck, n_gga (ayy)
brrt (ayy), n_gga, f_ck n_gga (we takin’ trees), bust, n_gga, brrt (ayy)
you know we bust triggers (ayy), f_ck, n_gga
(brrt, brrt_brrt, brrt, brrt_brrt, brrt_brrt_brrt)

- nle choppa

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