Correction Lyrics STREETZRUSTV QUARANTINE PERFORMANCE by NLE Choppa

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Pipe that sh*t up, TNT
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
UHHHHHHOHHH
NLE the top shotta
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
NLE the top shotta
Ay

I’m quarantined and I’ve been distant lately
I got a baby on the 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 up on your head and twist the braid (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 glrrr)

Thug n***a, I’ve been through some sh*t, I gotta hold you tight
Paranoia, I can’t sleep, I think n***as creeping at night
Cold sweats when I dream, nightmares when I arisen
But since I been with you ain’t had a bad dream in a while
Only reason that b*t*h be talkin’ ‘cos you know my gun down
Making me look bad, giving me? 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, I 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 runn-ing (I leave yo pu**y)
sh*t, every tit is low key, got the glizzy, it’s riding
She askin’ why I keep on clutchin’
Cuz, these n***as playing’ for keeps

I’m quarantined and I’ve been distant lately
I got a baby on the 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 up on your head and twist the braid (Aaaayyyy)
I get the hustle from momma (Aaayyyy), put that sh*t on my momma
Keep a gun, I’m a gunner,  I kill a sin 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 (Aayy glrrr)

Lotta love I give it out (A lot of love), 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)
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 dun’ been through a lot, I’m askin’ when the pain gon’ stop
Need you right here on my side, pick me up when I fa-all down
Hey 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 your friends, coz I’m friendly
Communication in my childhood was nonexistent
And we know, we all cool if we got some dope
My freak on, the way you naked in the bed-ed-room
‘Hood n***a, you gon’ f**k me to this Luther Vandross’
Got us speakin’ Different languages while I’m hittin’ it raw

I’m quarantined and I’ve been distant lately
I got a baby on the 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 up on your head and twist the braid (Aaayyyy)
I get the hustle from momma (Aaayyyy), put that sh*t on my momma
Keep a gun, I’m a gunner, I kill a sin 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 (Aayy glrrr)

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