lirik lagu nle choppa (ro-b. z. remix) – bronson’s beats & gypsy kid
[intro: gypsy kid]
1, 2, 3, 4, your b*tch is a wh0re, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, ok
[chorus: gypsy kid]
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool* man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it* go and squeeze
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool* man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it* go and squeeze
[verse 1: gypsy kid]
b*tch, i like to do my own sh*t
gypsy kid never gon’ be on that grown sh*t
i’m tryna dip off with the bag, like it was stolen
i’m tryna wake up, check the wrist, and see it frozen (oh, sh*t)
got more drip than the ocean
why you k!lling all these tracks, and doesn’t have a motive?
why you k!lling all these tracks? the gypsy kid is soulless
why these hating n*ggas have to be imposing? (d*mn)
every single day, gypsy tryna mind his own business
but every single day, someone tryna f*ck up his bag
so anytime they tell me to [?]* you must be kidding!
gypsy about his cash* f*ck it, i might just spaz! (yuh)
if i never met the man, no trust, yuh
i can see you from the stairs, no love, yuh
we might have to go ahead and f*ck it up, yuh
f*ck it up, yuh, yuh, yuh
[chorus: gypsy kid, ro*b. z.]
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool* man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it* go and squeeze
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat (ayy, ayy, ayy* wat, wat, wat)
i just keep on laying low and cool* man, why they always come for me? (ayy, ayy* ayo, what up?)
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it* go and squeeze (yeah, ro*b. z.!)
[verse 2* ro*b. z.]
(ooh, ooh)
oh, you wanna come against me?
you wanna cook up some beef?
maybe start up a grill and have a barbecue like american families?
or are we talking music videos?
’cause lord knows that i’mma bring the shotta flow against this ho
so high on dope, he thinks he can dethrone me
i’mma snack the weed out your pretty little face, and demand that you call me “khan”
’cause i’m k!lling your highs, what a surprise
i am the guy ruling over everything you seek to find
i am a beast, they call me a horde
i been away, they fear my return
’cause they know ain’t n0body wanna be in the way of what they know to be a monster
who’s ready to cut all kinds of beef when i pull up with the choppas
and ain’t no camelot, ’cause i’ll cut a round table right by its diameter
right in front of king arthur and his knights
and ain’t no code of chivalry within me, ’cause i’ll knock a b*tch flat right before i take they life, heh (daaamn!)
that might be a bit too violent* where my mind at?
i might fly so high that i’m infrared, and you ultraviolet
silence* you are not on my level
it’s your own life you’ll embezzle
if you try to step to me, so you better pray that you won’t get sent to the devil
’cause i’m the owner of a domain colder than what was formerly sarah pailin’s
so try to last on the land that i control, and i’ll leave your bodies paler than my skin is
lil’ b*tch!
[chorus: gypsy kid, ro*b. z., both]
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat (wat, wat, wat)
i just keep on laying low and cool* man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it* go and squeeze (aye, aye, aye!)
i feel like nle choppa when i’m up riding on this beat
they ain’t treating me proper, feel like i gotta carry heat
i just keep on laying low and cool* man, why they always come for me?
please don’t keep tryna test me, or i’ma lose it* go and squeeze (buh, buh!)
[outro: ro*b. z.]
ayo, for real, though
“a flower in the darkness”, if everything goes right
should be out by november
ro*b. z.!
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