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NLE Choppa
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[00:00.00] (I wish everything I touch would turn to gold)

[00:01.93] (NLE, you heard me)

[00:04.59] (Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta)

[00:06.88] (Baby Mexico shotta)

[00:09.66] (We finna talk our shit, you heard me)

[00:11.86] (Why not? Yeah)

[00:14.24] (Yeah, yeah)

[00:15.76] Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah!

[00:18.95] I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis

[00:21.34] I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis

[00:22.67] I started this shit, I'ma finish

[00:24.52] Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image

[00:26.65] Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope

[00:29.22] Extended clip long as a rope

[00:30.79] We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold

[00:33.46] I knew that boy was a hoe

[00:34.69] Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'

[00:36.81] What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'?

[00:38.93] I am a beast, you cannot tame it

[00:40.96] Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous

[00:43.08] These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'

[00:44.86] Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet

[00:46.71] You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it

[00:49.09] In a shoot out, your gun was droppin'

[00:50.86] You really a fraud

[00:52.19] You cannot stomp on his yard

[00:53.42] My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards

[00:55.45] I am so high that I'm talking' to stars

[00:57.32] I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars

[00:59.43] Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me

[01:01.56] Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li

[01:03.41] Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?

[01:05.27] Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me

[01:07.40] Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala

[01:09.53] Hit the party 50 deep, nun' but my shotta

[01:11.39] Nigga tried me, so you know I had to pop him

[01:13.25] So many bullets, it confused the doctor

[01:15.30] Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks

[01:17.41] Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back

[01:19.54] 3.5 rolled up in the cack

[01:21.30] We don't smoke Reggie, this shit called gas

[01:23.43] I'm sticked up, like a blind man

[01:24.93] I'm super hot, like a frying pan

[01:27.05] He said that he gon' take some from me

[01:29.17] Ayy, just know, he lyin' man

[01:31.31] I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle

[01:33.07] Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle

[01:35.35] Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple

[01:37.11] And if a nigga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimple

[01:39.24] Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50

[01:41.28] Brand new choppa got double d titties

[01:43.39] Niggas don't play me, I don't get silly

[01:45.26] Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah

[01:47.65] Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah

[01:51.55] Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli

[01:55.26] I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly

[01:59.25] Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me

[02:03.50] If he wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili

[02:07.49] And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah

[02:11.73] And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah

[02:15.35] Bitch!

[02:17.48] Finna ad-lib, keep all that

[02:19.87] (Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah)

[02:24.99] Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh)

[02:26.49] (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)

[02:27.99] Ayy Tay, keep all that

[02:29.32] (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut)

[02:30.30] Keep all that, yeah, yeah

[02:31.89] (Up from my hip, yeah)