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Choppa Talk
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NLE Choppa
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Gotta tell these pu**y ass n***as suck my d**k Ay, huh, yeah, ay, ay You not a killer, you fold under pressure I play him to the left, yeah you know I neglect him Hit his ass with this choppa, I know that he felt that b*t*h I know how to rob, you know that I'm steppin' When sh*t go down, who really gonna slide? I saw me a murder when I was just five Homicide on my brain, you know that I'm traumatized I couldn't find my opp, so you know that his mamma died b*t*h, I'm deep in the field, I don't need no cleats b*t*h I'm not from Miami, but I keep my heat And my Glock on my side every time that I sleep That choppa make him sweat, like he was Keith Finger on the trigger, b*t*h you know that I shoot When a opp see me, you know they salute b*t*h you know I'm the sickest like I had the flu Put yo ass in the ground, like he was a root n***a watch yo mouth who the f**k is you buggin'? I shot him two times and he died so he lucky You can call me [?] cause a young n***a thuggin' Bullets real hot like I put em' in the oven AR-15 with the 223's I get a n***a burned like Charlie Sheen I'm black with the mask so you know I ain't seen My n***as they shootin' like they was Kareem Glock got a dildo, never been a weirdo Pull up at yo front door, shoot like Rondo Hoes in the condo, d**k in her tonsils When I get a nut, imma kick em' out pronto Who got shot n***a I really-
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