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nle choppa – shotta flow (extended) كلمات اغاني

part i

[intro: nle choppa]
i wish everything i touch would turn to gold
nle, you heard me?
baby mexico choppa, man, top shotta
baby mexico shotta, you heard me?
we finna talk our sh_t, you heard me?
ynr (yeah)
midas got a jugg, ayy (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: nle choppa]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
i’m with the sh_t like i’m dennis
i started this sh_t, i’ma finish
n_ggas be hatin’, tryna blemish my image
who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
extended clip long as a rope
we wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
i knew that boy was a ho
pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’
what is your set, n_gga? what is you claimin’?
i am a beast, you cannot tame it
don’t point a finger, this sh_t can get dangerous
these n_ggas hatin’, these n_ggas plottin’
ooh, he got money, i’m runnin’ his wallet
you say you a k!ller, lil’ n_gga, stop it
in a shootout, your gun was droppin’
you really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
my n_ggas, they scammin’, they swipin’ them cards
i am so high that i’m talkin’ to stars
i’m gone off them jiggas, i’m poppin’ them bars
don’t mind my pimpin’, b_tch, don’t sweat me
chopper got a kick, call that sh_t jet li
sauce gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
gon’ get an f if a n_gga try testin’ me
whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
hit the party fifty deep, nothin’ but my shottas
n_gga tried me so you know i had to pop him
so many bullets, it confused the doctor
whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
f_ck a headshot, i’ma shoot him in the back
three_point_five rolled up in the cack’
we don’t smoke reggie, this sh_t called gas
i’m sticked up like a blind man
i’m super hot like a frying pan
he say that he gon’ take somethin’ from me
ayy, just know, he lyin’, man
i’ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
your b_tch suckin’ d_ck like a kool_aid pickle
two bullets in your chest, that’s a nipple
and if a n_gga run up, i’ma pop him like a pimple
get rich or die tryin’, i’m feelin’ like 50
brand new chopper got double_d titties
n_gga, don’t play me, i don’t get silly
love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah

[interlude: nle choppa]
yeah, love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah, ayy
bet, love all the beef like a southwest philly

[verse 2: nle choppa]
i might just od, percs k!llin’ me slowly
feelin’ like i’m kobe, can’t nan’ n_gga hold me
if he wanna run up on me, shoot him like gin0bili
and i’m with the sh_t, lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby (yeah)
and i’m with the sh_t, lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby, b_tch (yeah)

[outro: nle choppa]
finna ad_lib, keep all that (like i’m toby, yeah, yeah)
(like a school shooter named toby, yeah)
keep all that, tay, yeah (this sh_t straight drop, lil’ n_gga, no cut)
ayy, tay, keep all that, keep all that (straight drop, lil’ n_gga, no cut)
yeah, yeah
(up from my hip, yeah)

part ii

[intro: nle choppa]
ayy, i’m finna go in there, you heard (haha)
yeah, yeah (huh), yeah (yeah), yeah (huh)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah, huh, yeah (yeah)
everything’s chrome in the future!
yeah, yeah (yeah)

[verse: nle choppa]
i hop on the beat and you know i’ma k!ll it
my n_gga loose screws, you know that they drillin’
i run up my money, i love this feeling
remember them days a n_gga was stealin’
hopped in the game, i got it on lock
my n_ggas got dope, they trap out they socks
the police pull up, we run from the narcs
we always on go, you know we don’t stop
cherry on top when i aim with the beam
i’m burnin’ her head, no charlie sheen
my hoes, they grown, don’t f_ck with the teens
my b_tch, she bad, boujee, and mean
yeah, f_ck that, get back on the sub
if a n_gga diss me, them shots get to bustin’
i ain’t got time with all that fussin’
soon as i see him, you know that he duckin’
shoot up the spot and make him move out
soon as he move, i find his house
don’t f_ck with the rats, don’t f_ck with the mouse
if he snitch, put the gun in his mouth
he thought that we was playin’
’til we pulled up with sticks, yeah (no cap)
glizzy got a beam and it came with a d_ck, yeah (no h0m_)
choppa got a scope and it came with some tits, yeah (yeah)
don’t get f_cked up out your life, we shoot us a fl!ck, yeah (yeah)
whenever we aim, you know we attack
shoot through his stomach, it come out his back
my n_ggas, they bangin’ and ready to stack
diss on the set, get put in a bag
we love the money, the drugs, the guns
i don’t ever beat ’cause i’m countin’ my funds
i’m always workin’, i don’t have fun
before you diss me, know your pros and cons
let’s have a shoot out, i’m ready to die
face to face, eye to eye
the last thing that he saw was the fire
put him on a tee, now he up in the sky
my k!llers outside, they don’t wanna be seen
they come in the show if you makin’ a scene
choppa r. kelly, let that b_tch sing
how the f_ck i’ma miss when i got me a beam?
i’m done, sike
i pull up to shoot, you pull up to fight
shoot him in his leg, he beg for his life
put one in his head like he was on skype
kick down the door (yeah), b_tch, get on the floor (the floor)
where is the bread? ’cause we need all the dough
give me the cash (the cash), i came for the bag (the bag)
if he do somethin’ sheisty, put one in his ass (rrrah)
shot

part iii

[intro]
no way, hozay

[chorus: nle choppa]
i might just k.o., the perc’ up in my faygo
run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel
on the opposition block, just like a lego
i’m big homie, b_tch, so you know that i got say_so

[interlude: nle choppa]
what you say?
yeah, man, know what the f_ck goin’ on
nle choppa, n_gga (b_tch)
shotta flow 3 (yeah)
n_gga can get beat (yeah), i don’t f_ck with the police (f_ck 12, b_tch, b_tch)
f_ck he talkin’ ’bout? (yeah)
what i say? (crip)
ayy (crip), yeah (crip), yeah (crip), yeah

[verse: nle choppa]
every show that i do, b_tch, you know that i rock it (huh?)
the mic’ in my hand, but the glock in my pocket (b_tch)
these n_ggas keep dissin’, i guess i’m the topic
these bullets gon’ knock the knowledge out his noggin
it’s shotta flow 3 and you know i’m a g
beat my case, i ain’t coppin’ no plea
you say you a gangster, you say you a stepper
but you cooperated with police (on god)
step back up then shoot my thunder
you ain’t no boss, lil’ n_gga, you a runner (yeah)
this b_tch suckin’ my d_ck like a flavored cucumber (ayy)
d_ck all in her throat, i was touchin’ her tonsils (yeah)
hit from the back, i was pullin’ her hair and i ripped off her frontal (yeah)
i’m pullin’ his card, that n_gga a b_tch
i ride for my n_gga like morty and rick (yeah)
can’t step out the house unless i got my bl!ck (that glock)
you can get your ass shot like i’m takin’ a pic’
my n_gga piru but i’m banging the c (the crip)
if you coming for me, you get put on a tee
if you f_cking with me, you gon’ sow what you reap
let out thirty some shots out the glock 23
ayy, i want all the green like i was a leaf
my gang in the party, we came for peace (shotta)
put chops on a opp so his ass got beat
he got his ass jumped by a hundred some feet (b_tch)
my n_ggas, they steppin’, i call them some troopers
you was shootin’ at me, but you missed, you a blooper
and when i shot back, b_tch, i hit, i’m a shooter
big titties on a chopper like i’m working at hooters
i’m on some boss sh_t, and i’m on some gang sh_t, you can get your ass stepped on
she calling me racist, she was dark skin, but i want a redbone
put his name on this bullet, the trigger i pull it, you better order a headstone (brrrr)
and now that boy head gone
b_tch n_gga, you a snitch
my n_ggas they vicious, b_tch, i am a menace
and let’s have a shootout like i’m in a scrimmage
got dope in the lab like i was a chemist
shot him in the t__th, they call me a dentist
walk down on my opp, i ain’t leavin’ no witness
shoot a hundred some shots, i won’t stop ’til it finish
i break in your house like i came through the chimney
and i’m high as a b_tch ’cause the perc’ in my henny
two .40’s on my waist like i’m rocking some fendi
b_tch, i’m making sh_t shake like i’m doin’ the shimmy
and she got a fat ass, but that b_tch really skinny
and she suckin’ my d_ck, she in love with my jimmy (yeah)
john (b_tch)
you talkin’ ’bout bodies, i got me a ton (ho)
and i’ll get a n_gga whacked while i’m kickin’ cack
smokin’ on a pack and eating a honey bun

[chorus: nle choppa]
i might just k.o., the perc’ up in my faygo (faygo)
run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel (a bagel)
on the opposition block just like a lego (a lego)
i’m big homie, b_tch, so you know that i got say_so, yeah

[outro: nle choppa]
shotta sh_t, no politics
we shoot like stojaković
shotta flow 3
get your ass beat
b_tch, i’m grape street
yeah, i’m a crip but i’ll wipe a n_gga nose
f_ck is you sayin’?
clatt
(your ass r_t_rded
ayy, that was so bomb that i started dancin’ in this ho
girl, that ho so bomb, i started dancin’ on my adlibs)

part iv

[verse: nle choppa & cashmoneyap]
ayy, put the beam on my glock for more accuracy
b_tch, you know that i’m tough like a refugee (cashmoneyap)
boy, you know you get dead if you step to me (brrt)
i was only 15 with a felony (yeah, yeah)
whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked (ayy)
big ass crip but it’s blood on the set (ayy)
call the glock nike, put a n_gga in check (ayy)
how he gon’ breathe when i shot him in the neck? (ayy)
check, the opps stay famous, i put ’em on tv (brrt)
it’s a house on my neck and it’s filled with vv’s (b_tch)
i walked down on him and he didn’t even see me (b_tch)
hollow tips in this glock, these sh_ts is not bb’s
i’m the only rapper that’s down for a body (down for a body)
i don’t need the drugs, i don’t need no molly (don’t need no molly)
b_tch i’m ebk, i’ll shoot everybody (brrt, brrt)
i always got this gun, it’s glued to my body
shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner (ayy)
gun in the park, it’s like my n_gga’s name’s gunna (ayy)
catch him in the buick, i’ma flip the old honda (ayy)
african shooters, i call ’em wakanda (ayy)
if he wanna do it, tell ’em i’m ready (i’m ready)
knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti
shoot at the cops like corey maggette (yeah)
b_tch, i’m don dada, my hair be dreaded
hol’ up, hol’ up
i’m on a perc’ in this motherf_cka
get dirty in this motherf_cka
get put on a shirt in this motherf_cka
if a n_gga want smoke, if a n_gga want smoke
i’ma get his ass hurt in this motherf_cka
big drac’ when i slide in a motherf_cka (slide in a motherf_cka)
n_gga playin’, he dyin’ in this motherf_cka (he dyin’ in this motherf_cka)
if a n_gga really want that sh_t, he can get that sh_t
got the glock on the hip, i’ma shoot that b_tch (dumbass)
ar_15 with the five_five_six
if a n_gga want smoke, he gon’ get dismissed (b_tch)
i don’t even gotta car, hundred k audemar
you can see it on my wrist when a b_tch gliss (ice)
i’ma get better, i’m not gon’ miss
why the f_ck you got a gun if you know you a b_tch? ayy
b_tch, it’s too deep, don’t get in this water (b_tch)
if we can’t find him, we shoot at his daughter (brrt)
i see that hate but you know i go harder (yeah)
b_tch, you my son, you know i’m a father (what?)
demon, you can call me a gremlin (huh?)
i want the smoke like a motherf_ckin’ chimney (a chimney)
you get shot in the mouth if you grinnin’
shotta fam, extortion, we winnin’
your homie a b_tch, you can keep him (he a b_tch)
my shooter a dawg like latifa (let’s go)
take a look in my eyes, i’m the reaper (you a b_tch)
b_tch, i really don’t f_ck with them people (i don’t f_ck with them people)
and these n_ggas be on judgement day with god, i bust at them people (i’m sorry)
b_tch, you know i’m gon’ shoot when i see you
if i was you, i wouldn’t want to be you (i wouldn’t wanna be you), yeah, yeah
leave ’em unrecognized, running through homage
get into a jam and you turn into an accomplice (ayy)
slammin’ on the opps like a n_gga tim duncan (ayy, ayy)
i’ma come with a gun, i call it conjunction
b_tch shaking heads, what the f_ck is you doin’? (what you doin’?)
i ain’t test hoes, but you know i’m pursuin’ ’em
f_ck with two hoes, i do it congruent
if you diss on my name, your life get ruined (ayy)
shoot him in the back, take him out like ricky (huh?)
don’t come too close ’cause i’m clutching my bl!cky
got a glock .26 and it came with a titty (brrt, brrt)
no biggie with the choppa, get to boppin’ like diddy (brrt, brrt)
b_tch, you not robbin’ sh_t and i put that on buddha (brrt, brrt)
i used to be fine then i turned to the shoota (brrt, brrt)
extended the mac, it look a ruler (brrt, brrt)
i didn’t wanna k!ll him but i had to change (brrt)
we on a opp’s ass, man, they want us to let up (they wanna let up)
white tee turned red, they thought i hit him with some ketchup (hit him with some ketchup)
the body count keep risin’, i done turned into the devil (turned into the devil)
they know how we be slidin’, b_tch, i had to cop a rental (i got the rental)

[outro: nle choppa]
huh, yeah, f_ckin’ with me
f_ckin’ shotta flow 4, is you f_ckin’ with me?
shotta flow 4, is you f_ckin’ with me?
we keep them glocks, and b_tch, we tuckin’ semi’s

- nle choppa

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