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lirik lagu shotta flow 5 – nle choppa

[intro]
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
nle motherf*ckin’ choppa
the top shotta, you hear me?
i stand on top of sh*t
we doin’ this sh*t, ayy (go get him, go)

[verse]
i whip the pack like ike and tina, i just copped me a bimmer (a bimmer)
used to ride in steamers (steamer), i’m hot as jalapeños
b*tch, i’m sellin’ out arenas (i’m sellin’ ’em out), they say, “he entertain us” (entertain)
and if you try to tame us, i bet we leave you stained up (ayy)
whole lotta sticks in the house, it’s a gun show
bullets get him wet like a motherf*ckin’ poncho
i don’t think none of y’all n*ggas want gun smoke
don’t second guess this sh*t, i’m gon’ blow (p*ssy)
whole lotta shots when it come out the drac’
chop a n*gga up, then put him in the lake (brrt)
shiesty young n*gga, they call me a snake
ayy, f*ck all that, trick, shoot ’em in the face
send a hit at five, he was dead by six (by six)
got shot seven times, but the eighth shot missed
nine shots in the clip, could’ve sworn it was ten
didn’t f*ck with 12, i was eleven again
i need me a trophy, the best to sin
you n*ggas ain’t straight, y’all lesbians
and f*ck your dead homie, i’ll say it again
if he come back to life, he dead again
try to fight me, he gon’ fight for his life (b*tch)
swing with what? i’ma swing with the pipe
(he’s not cherishin’ it), ayy, take his life
straight jacket music, i belong in asylum
felonies and felonies, this what they keep on sellin’ me (yeah, yeah)
this recipe is deadly, see, i be drippin’ like relish be (ayy, ayy)
shoot him in the head, shoulda had on a hard hat (ayy)
we finish the beef as soon as you start that (ayy)
b*tch, i shoot first, why the f*ck would i spark back?
if you really a thug, let me see where your heart at (ayy)
if i say catch a body, lil’ n*gga, you catchin’ it?
if i tell you run off, is you really finessin’ it? (ayy)
if i give you a brick, are you gon’ sell that sh*t? (ayy)
if you get in a jam, are you gon’ start tellin’ sh*t?
where is the smoke? ’cause b*tch, i’m inhalin’ it
just like the army, we got some artillery
can they free my dawgs? i’m being sincerely
‘nother opp died, a n*gga like, “seriously?” (d*mn, another one?)
n*gga, we shot him, and then we k!lled his brother, d*mn
we might as well get the mother
n*gga say he don’t like doing drills, i love ’em
if my brothers don’t like him, i don’t
somebody tell him he in trouble
i paid too much for my motherf*ckin’ guns for me to scuffle
gangster young n*gga, i feel like gucci (gucci)
f*cked her so hard, left blood on her coochie
made her said, “ooh,” put my thumb in her booty
i’ll be d*mned, this dumb ass ho just pooted
who ain’t with the murder? lil’ n*gga, i k!ll
that night he died, that was my idea
told my n*ggas slide, make sure he don’t live
but that’s a lil’ secret, just keep it concealed
my metal a mac and i bet i attack
it’s a hundred*some shots in this gat, so get back
he thought i was lyin’, that sh*t was a fact
got shot in his spine, but you watchin’ his back

[outro]
(n*gga say he don’t like doing drills, i love ’em)
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, haha
(straight, straight jacket music, i belong in asylum)
f*ck a n*gga, what a n*gga, f*ck a n*gga mean? (n*gga say he don’t like doing drills, i love ’em)
know what i’m sayin’? haha
(straight, straight, straight jacket music, i belong in asylum, straight jacket music, i belong in asylum)
and lil’ top shotta, b*tch
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?

- nle choppa

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