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Quarantine
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NLE Choppa
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Pipe that sh*t up, TNT Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uhh, ohh NLE the top shotta Got the bomb like Al-Qaeda NLE the top shotta Ayy I’m quarantining, I’ve been distant lately I got a baby on the way, I want another baby I know my daughter gon’ be straight ain’t even met the lady Can’t wait to put my hands upon your head and twist the braids (Ay, ay, ay) I get the hustle from momma (Ay, ay, ay), put that sh*t on my momma Keep a gun, I’m a gunner, I kill a sinner now who sent you And we ain’t goin’ for nothin’ so I don’t know why he clutching I’m in the mall with my b*t*h, I up the glizzy in public (Ay, ay brrt) Thug n***a, I’ve been through some sh*t, I gotta hold you tight Paranoia, I can’t sleep, I think n***as creepin' at night Cold sweats when I dream, nightmares then I arisen But since I been with you ain’t had a bad dream in a while Only reason that b*t*h talkin’ ‘cause you know my gun down Making me look bad, givin' medias the runaround New b*t*h she listen to me (Yeah), life a little better now (Better now) Got a happy home, now I’m just waitin’ on my baby child Told that b*t*h to stay down, she might just get a wedding gown I don’t need multiple b*t*hes, I just need one around Thinking, I’m thankin’ I’m tripping head been spinning round and round The stick with me, when it get windy, we gon’ rise above the clouds (Ay, ay) Take a look in my eyes, know you f**k with me (I know you f**k) When we f**k it’s eye to eye, I leave your pu**y running (I leave yo pu**y) Self-protect, it's lowkey, got the glizzy right in reach She askin’ why I keep on clutchin’ 'Cause, these n***as playing’ for keeps (They play for keeps) I’m quarantining, I’ve been distant lately I got a baby on the way, I want another baby I know my daughter gon’ be straight ain’t even met the lady Can’t wait to put my hands upon your head and twist the braids (Ay, ay, ay) I get the hustle from momma (Ay, ay, ay), put that sh*t on my momma Keep a gun, I’m a gunner, I kill a sinner now who sent you And we ain’t goin’ for nothin’ so I don’t know why he clutching I’m in the mall with my b*t*h, I up the glizzy in public (Ay, ay brrt) Lotta love I give it out, I just hope I get it back Sometimes I just cry to my momma, like "where the love at?" Pat me on my back, she like "you know you a soldier baby" Know that people f**k me, but I been feelin’ so lonely lately (Ay) You know that I’m the shiesty one, but how that n***a snake me I got this vermin in my body, so how that n***a gon’ take me I done been through a lot, I’m askin’ when the pain gon’ stop I need you right here on my side, pick me up when I fall down Ayy, ay b*t*h, I cry before I sleep and when I wake I cry again Why this pain sh*t keep happening again and again I want you to talk to me like you talk to your friends, 'cause I’m friendly Communication in my childhood was nonexistent And we know, we all cool if we got some dope My freak on, you waitin' naked in the bedroom ‘Hood n***a, you gon’ f**k me to this Luther Vandross Got her speakin’ different languages while I’m hittin’ it raw I’m quarantining, I’ve been distant lately I got a baby on the way, I want another baby I know my daughter gon’ be straight ain’t even met the lady Can’t wait to put my hands upon your head and twist the braids (Ay, ay, ay) I get the hustle from momma (Ay, ay, ay), put that sh*t on my momma Keep a gun, I’m a gunner, I kill a sinner now who sent you And we ain’t goin’ for nothin’ so I don’t know why he clutching I’m in the mall with my b*t*h, I up the glizzy in public (Ay, ay brrt)
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