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tbe choppa – brun anthem كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: tbe choppa & 9090]
ridin’ in a hommy with my tommy, tryna turn into a gummy
yeah, you know that we be wrappin’ n_ggas up just like a mummie
headshot and execute him, so i hit him like a zombie
they askin’ will i k!ll again, i had do it for some money
whole team steady ballin’ b_tch we comin’ like the sonics
10 piece on fire to the face, 5 to the chest i gave ’em crumpets
30 shots up in this drake, he keep on runnin’, i keep dumpin’
they tellin’ me to stop shootin’ but the bullets keep on comin’
b_tch you know how we be comin’, we turn brains into salame
regular clip in my glizzy, b_tch i wanna put a hundred
put a switch up on a b_tch and make it (brr), it be stuttering (yeah, von, yeah, von, yeah, uh, von)
if he talk down on my man, i swear to god i k!ll my brethren

[verse 2: 9090]
ar 15, vince carter (yeah)
shot you, well, beg my pardon (boom, boom)
tweet me, them bullets gon’ follow (yeah)
all black, darth vader, your father (what?)
grew up with a mother, no father (no father)
dropped out, couldn’t go no farther (no farther)
put her out, she ain’t talkin’ bout f_ckin’
e_way, rush hour, chris tucker (chris tucker)
ar 15, vince carter (vince carter)
shot you, well, beg my pardon (boom, boom)
tweet me, them bullets gon’ follow (gon’ follow)
all black, darth vader, your father (your father)
grew up with a mother, no father (no father)
dropped out, couldn’t go no farther (no farther)
put her out, she ain’t talkin’ bout f_ckin’ (what?)
e_way, rush hour, chris tucker (chris tucker, yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: lil cacaa2]
yeah (yeah), man, f_ck all these n_ggas hatin’ on me (yeah)
yesterday, i f_cked a waitress
i came outside with my plate, she was waitin’ on me (uh)
and y’all ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh_t
she be tellin’ me to smile when she ride my d_ck
young n_ggas goin’ wild, keep beggin’ for a hit
he be sayin’ “don’t argue, big bro, put some paper on it” (go)

[verse 4: draco]
trendsetter, ben frank’ getter (yeah)
whip whatever, whip whatever
i buy diamonds when i’m under pressure (yeah)
when i apply it, sh_t don’t ever let up, yeah
look, i’m in the cut, the boy in the cut
jump in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up
all of this grindin’ for what?
it’s funny when you n_ggas thought it was luck
i cannot give you a pass if you play with my money and family and friends
and i compete with myself while you n_ggas competin’ with trends
your foreign is used, i looked up the vin
i know the truth, no use in pretendin’ with him
still in the cut, the boy in the cut
hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

[verse 5: rich]
and i’m way up at the top of the loft
gotta stay up, ain’t no knockin’ me off
pull up smooth, a.i. with the cross (haha)
countin’ up wins on wins on wins, for all of my dawgs i lost
i might call pharrell, get the new chanel
thugger got the ysl, huh
i remember when the feds did the sweep, i pray my dawgs didn’t tell, huh
cruisin’ down biscayne
i was in miami, she gave me top with the top off
cartier wrist gang, got her a audemar
she got the head, knock your socks off
you ain’t gettin’ money, you ain’t f_ckin’ with me
you ain’t in your b_tch top five
i might pull up in the six with drizzy
i was just in houston, f_ckin’ with the mob ties
we don’t never ever play two sides
hang out the phantom, it’s suicide
they ridin’ my wave like a rogue tide
my necklace is wet like the poolside

- tbe choppa

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