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Counting Up Blues
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NLE Choppa
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Yeah, NLE n***a, Choppa I got four pockets full though Yeah, yeah, yeah I call on Crip, I'm counting up blues All [?] down, Chanel on my shoes My diamonds they wet, they come out the pool My [?] they sayin' I'm [?] They know I'm on top, they want me to flop Every time that I drop, the streets get hot Hot as a summer You a worker, you a runner I'm callin' the shot like a n***a Obama Every time that I walk in the room, she feelin' my style and my groove She sayin' "that n***a so smooth" She lovin' the way I maneuver She love that sh*t on her [?] And then I call her a Ubеr She was on some [?] sh*t, so I had to shoot her Ay, I pop mе a Perc', it go down my throat It sit in my belly and then it float Put jizz on her lip, then I turn to a [?] I ride with my gun, it came with a drum Shoot him in his head, it knock off his tongue Put a hole in his body, I took out his lungs He tried to run, now his legs is gone
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