Correction Lyrics Camelot 2/Milly Rocc* by NLE Choppa

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NLE Top Shotta Sh*t
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Ay, I be drippin' I'm really the freshest (Yeah)
She givin' me head, like a necklace (Yeah)
I pop a Perc for lunch and dinner, ooh I can't forget breakfast (Ooh)
Momma say boy you too reckless
On the airplane with the Glock, it's the bag I'm checkin' (Yeah, yeah)
We with the sh*ts lil' n***a
Don't run up on me cause you gonna get hit lil' n***a
I'm in the show with yo' b*t*h, she up in the VIP tryna' to take her a pic' with a n***a (Yeah, yeah)
He say that I'm broke, stop it (B*t*h)
Hunnid racks in the backpack, with a couple dollars in my pocket
And on my hip, I keep a rocket, yeah

Yeah, posted on Camelot, that's on the block, and I'm throwin' up gang signs
Yo' b*t*h up on her knees, she suckin' c*ck, like choppa got hang time
And don't you up on me, cause when I up, b*t*h you know I'ma bang mine
You know that I'm always on go, I never really gave a f**k 'bout a stop sign
You was in school reading books, in the bathroom, I was playing with a Glock 9
B*t*h I'm lethal (Toxic)
When (eww) it's beef I ain't doing no squashing (Yeah)
Up the choppa, make a n***a dance like he milly rockin' (Milly Rock)
And b*t*h I'm really in the streets, like I'm hopscotching (Yeah,yeah)
And just know if you run up on me, you gonna get shirted
I'ma have to do him dirty (Yeah)
He said that he wanted some clout (B*t*h)
So I put him on the news
7.62's knock him out his shoes
The feds keep asking, I don't have a clue
Ruthless young n***a, don't give a f**k
Tryna' test me, better try your luck
Choppa got a beam, came with some nuts
When it hit yo' a**, turn him into dust
B*t*h, I'ma kill him, won't shed a tear
Real gorilla, I never had a fear
Lookin' for the bombs, when a n***a hear
Huntin' for the opps like a herd of deer's

Ay, I be drippin' I'm really the freshest
She givin' me head, like a necklace
I pop a Perc for lunch and dinner, (Ooh) I can't forget breakfast
Momma say boy you too reckless
On the airplane with the Glock, it's the bag I'm checkin' (Yeah, yeah)
We with the sh*ts lil' n***a
Don't run up on me cause you gonna get hit lil' n***a
I'm in the show with yo' b*t*h, she up in the VIP tryna' to take her a pic' with a n***a
He say that I'm broke, stop it
Hunnid racks in the backpack, with a couple dollars in my pocket
And on my hip, I keep a rocket, yeah

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