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Unapologetic
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NLE Choppa
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Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, mmm (Southside on the track, yeah) Uh, uh, uh Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons Yeah, b*t*h, I know that I'm the sh*t, I'm unapologetic My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend I was taught to drop a opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss) Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his sh*t (Come get your sh*t) Brand new b*t*h with brand new t**s, her a** thicker than Jiffy mix Don't f**k with no set-up, b*t*h, you play, I smack you with this blick (Brr, brr, brr) Pa** the Glock, a give and go (Give and go), shoot it with me when I blow (When I blow) At your top, we hit your throat, I call that hangin' from a ropе N***as know how I be gettin' too wicked, two t**tiеs on semis My glizzies got jimmies, no jammin', knock the jelly out, b*t*h (Brr, brr, brr-brr, brr-brr, brr-brr) Boy, you got me f**ked up (You got me f**ked up) B*t*h, you know you lucked up (You know you lucked up) Caught him out in traffic (Come here, boy), hit the car but he ducked up A goose better get loose Shooters comin' after you and all of your troops (All of your troops) What you gonna do when this fire get to lettin' loose? (When that thing get to lettin' loose, brr) Lock him in the trunk (In the trunk) Take the emergency exit off so he can't run (Ayy, he can't run from us) Doin' donuts, havin' fun (Ayy, havin' fun) This his last ride before he meet my f**kin' gun, n***a (Come here, come here, brr) Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons Yeah, b*t*h, I know that I'm the sh*t, I'm unapologetic My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend I was taught to drop a opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss) Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his sh*t (Come get your sh*t) Brand new b*t*h with brand new t**s, her a** thicker than Jiffy mix Don't f**k with no set-up, b*t*h, you play, I smack you with this blick (Uh, uh, brr, brr, brr) Dracos, we'll dump him, slump him like he sippin' purple lean Broski shoot your mans all in his sh*t to get his hurt redeemed Knock him off for snitchin', better act like you ain't heard a thing Better pray you miss that FaceTime when that burner ring Body bag, zip him up, it's a murder scene Left him with a tag like he tryna show his purple jeans Deep textin' and decoys to the hood, we servin' certain fiends I know the feds listenin', tryna figure out what my verses mean Out the window, dreads shakin', trappin', duckin' fed cases Dough boy, I was bread chasin', pocket full of dead faces I'm best friends with Ben Franklin, Addies got my head racin' Problems got me med takin', models in my bed naked Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons Yeah, b*t*h, I know that I'm the sh*t, I'm unapologetic My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend I was taught to drop a opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss) Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his sh*t (Come get your sh*t) Brand new b*t*h with brand new t**s, her a** thicker than Jiffy mix Don't f**k with no set-up, b*t*h, you play, I smack you with this blick (Brr, brr, brr)
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