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nle choppa - shotta flow 7 (sped up) lyrics
[intro]
the top shotta, bomb like al_qaeda
finale, finito, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse]
i was missin’ the action like chrisean tooth (tay keith, f_ck these n_ggas up)
back leg loose like a n_gga had to poot
i’m a god in memphis, who bigger than me? (who bigger than me?)
sh_t that they did, i did at sixteen (sixteen)
he flexin’ his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke)
d_ck in her mouth, nle throat coat
he pressed by the girl that f_ckin’ the city
he tender (he tender), we call him diddy (let’s go)
choppa so big, knock the weight off biggie (brr, brr, brr)
i’m somethin’ like p_ssy, this sh_t it get sticky
got millionaire mode, i don’t plan on glitchin’
i’m back, n_gga, like i had an addiction
dropped him, let’s go (ooh)
he couldn’t take those, nah
switches and dracos, yeah
shooters on payroll
n_gga don’t want no smoke, they snoop dogg (snoop dogg)
we’ll show up at your door like a u_haul (u_haul)
lil’ n_gga, big pistol, stand tall (stand tall)
quick to pop a n_gga ass like a adderall (adderall)
shakin’ the spot like a ass or somethin’ (ass or somethin’)
lil’ bruh sped, he crash for nothin’ (crash for nothin’)
walk out the house with a mask and gun (mask and gun)
better hold yo’ breath like a asthma pump
move like the pope, hundred some shots in the ghost
better think twice, don’t approach (brrt, brrt)
no regular glocks, know that it came with a box
we steppin’ like shoes and socks (brrt, brrt)
one of the realest, how can you not mention?
we slid out the civic, now rolls_royce whippin’
suckin’ and grippin’, double jerk and twist it
she k!llin’ my kids like abortion clinics
take some from who? he lyin’, man (he lyin’)
n_gga don’t feel like dyin’, man (like dyin’)
cook him like grease in a frying pan (he frying)
we done k!lled more n_ggas than the klan, man (oh, god)
kkk, got ks on ks
wanna f_ck kim k and make kanye watch
ayy, ayy, bay_bay, in the club with the drac’
gen 5 glock goin’ down like it’s joc
hundred shots in the whip, it was shot_o_clock
he can run from a n_gga, but not from the glock
don’t ask me if it’s one up top
that’s like askin’ floyd mayweather, do he box
walk down on his cat, nine lives, he cap (he cap)
put his head on his lap, we dipped him, uh (we dipped that boy)
make the choppa clap, make it sound like a rapper
i’ma hit this b_tch with a rhythm, uh
my dawg, sick ’em, this sh_t critical
suspect, n_gga, we never been a victim
7.62 chase ’em, trip ’em
if i don’t got ’em, tevo will get ’em
[outro]
huh, huh, huh, whip ’em
huh, huh, huh, trip ’em
huh, huh, huh, come here
ah, ah, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
i might just o–, f_ck that (ayy, f_ck that)
percs k!llin’ slow–, f_ck that (say, “f_ck that”)
if i see his ho f_ckin’ (come here)
last shotta flow
f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it
f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it
f_ck it, f_ck it, f_ck it
he flushin’ (f_ck it)
sh_t, we bustin’
better blow that b_tch if you clutchin’
lil’ bruh, he’ll spin for nothin’
gave his ass a perc’ 30, god
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