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Can't Take It
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NLE Choppa
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Pipe that shit up, TnT NLE Top Shotta got the bomb like Al-Qaeda I told 'em way too foreign, clock the nine too young I asked 'em: "Do we got a strap?", 'cause I supply you a gun I told 'em lay up at his house until your ass out the sun But we ain't doin' crashin' out, make sure your ass do a [?] Murder genes, I prolly plottin' on bodies want dead She murder, see me, she suck it sloppy when she give me head He sending treaties, we leave 'em all red an then we leave 'em red We give a fuck about how you feel, I said what I said Now we're in the vest, they want me dead, they shoot a buddy neck Couple niggas got killed on this quest, I'm lookin' for the rest Catch a body, beat a body, I told 'em that don't collect Couple must laid up my killa, on the town we gettin' lit Said niggas they left around me, they wishing they never switched Same hoes they used to be clowning, now they want a nigga dick Guess they see a nigga dripping with this Glizzy in my fit I ain't too fresh to shoot a nigga, I pop you in this bitch I changed my lane and switched my side, I knew I wasn't living right Mary Jane for a bitch, we smoke 'em at the candle light Johnny Dang when it gliss, flawless diamonds when I bite Twenty three up in his back, it's less diamonds like it might Niggas can't take it from me, I waited too long Niggas can't take my army, we ready to arm If a nigga play with the money, we get in the morn Judge get my nigga 'bout a hundred, we get it, you on Never pleaded guilty, fuck that paper, we ain't signing that Look too hard, you get shot 'cause your bidness you ain't minding that Shot him in his back, he asked to die the way his spine was at Pop him as he going out, said made him snort a line for that Scheming on my mansion, play the card so I know the risk When I sight, I never leave no witness, ain't no colder fiending Cottonwood baby but I be posted in the Jordans with it Rich gang like I'm Baby, might pull them racks, I have to show a nigga Three five at the opp, pack up in the wood, don't even fold a Swisher Don't say that you good in my hood 'cause I don't really fuck with nigga Couple niggas changed, don't mean from the hood, say I ain't fuckin' with 'em But now needed a helping hand, nobody came and helped my nigga My bitch more gangsta than these niggas, she be sending me the drops If we don't get 'em tonight, then we gone try and get tomorrow Bitch, we livin' with murders, we never tell 'em what we saw Yo new home's the dirt 'cause we gon' put yo' ass in the coffin I changed my lane and switched my side I knew I wasn't living right Mary Jane for a bitch, we smoke 'em at the candle light Johnny Dang when it gliss, flawless diamonds when I bite Twenty three up in his back, it's less diamonds like it might Niggas can't take it from me, I waited too long Niggas can't take my army, we ready to arm If a nigga play with the money, we get in the morn Judge get my nigga 'bout a hundred, we get it, you on Yeah, we comin' fight with that
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