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lirik lagu nle choppa - shotta chapter 1

[intro]
ayy, huh, yeah
(i don’t even think y’all n-gg-s ready)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
sgull
(they not ready, bruh, tay, they ready?)
yeah, yeah
(tay said “no”)
what? yeah
(huh, huh)

[verse 1]
bullets h-t a n-gg- up, like i’m playin’ pac-man
choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
n-gg- call me doo-doo, yeah, i’m the sh-t, man
n-gg- talkin’ sh-t, so i fired on his b-tch -ss
glock freeze him up, yeah
call that freeze tag
chopper leave him stuck, yeah
that’s a glitch, man
if a n-gg- play, i’ma hit him broad day with the k
make a n-gg- go, “ah”, yeah
do the race, call it tay-k, yeah
f-ckin’ on another n-gg- bae, yeah
make a n-gg- shake, earthquake, yeah
n-gg-, i’m real, you fake, yeah
i be totin’ them glizzies, we love totin’ guns
i do it for real, you do it for fun
when an opp see me, you know they gon’ run
i hang out the window, shoot sh-t like lebron
you know that i hit ’em, i had to get ’em
they thought i was bowlin’, i had to split ’em
7.62, cut him down the middle
cookin’ him up like a f-ckin’ mcgriddle
saw me in the game
and you know that i’ma score, b-tch
pull up with the gang, twist your finger, make it bang
to be honest, i’m an animal, i can’t be tamed
bullets fallin’ out the sky, let that b-tch rain
2-3 shots, take him out with a bang
back in the summer, i didn’t have a name
now she suck on my d-ck while my b-lls be hangin’
d-mn, lil choppa, she say that you slangin’
hit from the back, have her changin’ language

[break]
huh, huh?
(-ringer-)
what the f-ck?
b-tch, stop calling my phone!

[verse 2]
i hit her one time then i leave her alone
i know i’m not right, ’cause i’m doin’ her wrong
just like a dog, i just wanna bone
we makin’ ’em serve, we serve in a cone
i’m a real n-gg-, you cannot clone
i’m cold with this sh-t like my first name was stone
i’m still a menace (huh?), wait (what the f-ck?)
i am a devil, whole other level
i’m clutchin’ my metal, cook him like a vegetable
she eatin’ my d-ck like that b-tch is an edible
i’m clutchin’ my metal, cook him like a vegetable
she eatin’ my d-ck like that b-tch is an edible
i’m clutchin’ my metal, cook him like a vegetable
she eatin’ my d-ck like that b-tch is an edible
back in 8th grade, i was lame, i was boostin’
now i’m up in high school gettin’ head from my tutor
used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter
shoot him in the head, i’m tryna knock out his noodles
i’m a big dog, little n-gg-, you a poodle
i sell a b-tch a dream like my name young ruler
pop off, like i’m martin luther
bullets bless him, that’s a hallelujah

[outro]
hrrrrr
bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
(they shootin’)
slatt, slatt
(choppa)

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