
choppa style - nique got-it lyrics
choppa style aye, shootin bricks at her
b*tch bad wit a bag, you can’t get at her
want me to fall off, so you can feel better
when you got n*ggas biting yo style, you a trendsetter
i can f*ck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
big money 550 wit yo bm in it
ain’t play yo cards right, so you can’t deal wit her
she moved on and found peace wit a real n*gga
i got brick fare, get a truck load
can supply the whole city head honcho
ain’t spend no bread n*gga, so what you come fo
don’t need no drugs to pop a n*gga but the blunt rolled
pullin up in war zones, where its at
ready to finger f*ck the trigger cause i love s*x
you know i’m strapped up, don’t need no blood test
this b*tch ghetto she keep asking where the runtz at
i’m living my best life, like here he go again
all of the hoes in my dm they got boyfriends
i just be playin dumb, i don’t know what it is
same b*tches you be on, i be hoeing them (n*gga)
choppa style aye, shootin bricks at her
b*tch bad wit a bag, you can’t get at her
want me to fall off, so you can feel better?
when you got n*ggas biting yo style, you a trendsetter
i can f*ck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
big money 550 wit yo bm in it
ain’t play yo cards right, so you can’t deal wit her
she moved on and found peace wit a real n*gga
just sold a half thang, took me nine minutes
paid lawyer period i can buy a sentence
the story never over, no matter how it ended
rod wave cuban links but i ain’t dyin in em
i can say some foul sh*t, like my speech funky
check a n*gga temperature without no heat on me
how you gon short me like its cool, think i don’t need money
give em tender, love, and care when i creep on em
tired of holding n*ggas hands, okay there i said
time to pay they show up late like the paramedics
they ran off i ran it up, i was they last blessing
now i’m sitting on dog sh*t just like craig daddy (hoe ass n*ggas)
bricks at her, bad wit a bag, you can’t get at her
fall off, so you can feel better
when you got n*ggas biting yo style, you a trendsetter
i can f*ck a bag up, but its gon be a minute
big money 550 wit yo bm in it
ain’t play yo cards right, so you can’t deal wit her
she moved on and found peace wit a real n*gga
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