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NLE Choppa Freestyle | LA Leakers #127
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NLE Choppa
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Say n***a, I'm still trippin’, still grippin’ Purple rag on me, still crippin' Last n***a play, he ain’t still livin' Really witty, you can ask the city You don't see Chop unless he got a glizzy Hold fifty, get the whole clip when it start spittin' Soul liftin', he was so gifted Put him in a box with a bow ribbon Roll them up in GG folds n***a Bro poured up a four n***a Ride around with a four-nickel Four sticks and four rentals All four people, now his folks miss him Fourty to his mouth, cougar kiss him Put my dogs on him, go and sic 'em Suspect, never been a victim Old head on my left smokin' 'dro While my n***a on the right smoked your bro I ain't going back and forth We don't do ride around, I never even made a post We gon' leave 'em on the ground laying flat While the ambulance check for his pulse Jump in that water, gon' need a float Shots hit his throat, let him drive the boat Ain’t been in your b*t*h in a minute But when I’m back in she gon' feel it I make her backbend like a gymnast I bust like a MAC-10 when she grip it Get my nut then I’m socially distanced Ifs, ands or buts, none of them b*t*hes If she bad as f**k I still ain't simpin' All she get is hard d**k 'til I'm shrimpin' Really a dog, let me off the leash Bangin' the C, but I'm really a P Take the L out of play, you get pay Take the R out of free, you get fee My top b*t*h made a mil in a week She don't sell pu**y, she just get on OnlyFans And show pictures of her feet I got a bad b*t*h out the D I got a hood b*t*h out the Chi' One of 'em stay off Royal Oak One of 'em live off King Drive One of 'em like to bump Ginuwine Other one bumpin' Von when she ride me Detroit b*t*h like the red bust My Chiraq b*t*h keep a number nine I got some real n***as doin' time Some of 'em ain't even did the crime Was at the wrong place at the wrong time Shots start flyin', n***as start dyin' Mommas start cryin', I ain't even lyin' You ain't never had to stand in line Just to wash your d**k in front a couple of guys Ay, ay We finessin' here, we sellin' him salt Gave him Robitussin, thought it was raw Oregano in a cookie bag he bought When he rolled it up he ain't even cough Sixth grade I was gettin' it off Fake drugs, had deals on the wheels Hoppin' out the school bus with it on me Couple years later found the real plug Can't even lie, I felt like Tony Play with my money, we creep 'til the morning As soon as it's sunny we still gon' be gunnin' You know how we comin', last n***a started runnin' Hollow tips ripped through his back 'Til it came out his stomach On God, hold up Think I'm lyin', I could pull it out and show the rod Jumpin' in this water, you gon' drown up in this pond Come around the gang, you need more than some heart Everybody with me got more bodies than a morgue LA Leakers, b*t*h, and you just know the story
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