Corrección Letra Chicago to Memphis par NLE Choppa

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Letra

N***a, f**k
F**k n***a, f**k n***a, f**k n***a
(Run that back, Playboi)

Raise the murder rate (Raise it up)
Anytime a n***a play, we raise the murder rate (Raise it up)
Broad day, let thirty shots off and we skrrt away
Park the car, don't drop off
I be frontline when it pop off
When it's crunch time, make it hot sauce
Homicide, gon' tape his block off
Let the Glock off, knock yo' top off
Ayy, watch him fly away (Fly away)
Tryna stay up out them streets, I had to fly away
Mama pray, I'm too deep in the streets to stop, I can't (I can't)
Really rich, I woke up, thought to buy that watch, I ain't (F**k)
I bank at five banks (Five banks)
In my hood, I'm hall of fame
I'm on that nine rank
Changed the game, I showed my n***as how to play, I got away (I got away)
Still ain't put that fire away
You wanna die? Just try today
My mind right, I'm flying straight
I probably walk away
Plus, I know you n***as hoes, just act tough and talk away
Eighteen got sacked up and strappеd up, just off a play
And I ain't hidin', I'm in LA, I'm in a Lamb', I'm in valet
Ayy, switch out the tags and the VIN, 'causе I wanna spin again
Couple shots in the FN, the rest of 'em in his friend
Ain't enough money in this world that'll make me cross a friend
Ain't enough loyalty in this world for you to comprehend
Freaky b*t*h, I beat her back until it bend and it break
Gave me head up in the 'Cat, I put the police on the chase (Police on the chase)
Came in her mouth, got away, and still ain't ever hit the brakes
Asked her, was she fine? She said her hair f**ked up but she okay
I'm as cutthroat as it get, and I'm 'bout as grimy as a hoe (Grimy as a hoe)
Glizzy gotta match my fit or I ain't steppin' out the door
Thirty shots, it wasn't enough, so I got fifty at the most
Scratch the serial up out this b*t*h, now both of y'all are ghosts (Brr, brr, brr)
Get my jewelry from Flawless Diamonds, but my b*t*h go to Watkins (Go to Wafi)
Might get a Urus on perfect timing, just to say I bought it
N***as weird, they sneak dissin' on me, and damn right, I caught it (Damn right I caught it)
A couple weeks later, we had his momma picking coffins
This that sh*t that have you going a hunnid on the E-way
Stop the car, let me out, I left him layin' on the freeway
Got n***as shooting behind and after me, like its a relay
Blow his candles at his candlelight, call it a murder B-Day (Br-brr-brr-brrt)
F**k the scoreboard, n***a, you could check the stat sheet
Run sh*t down like Sha'Carri in a track meet
Put him in the backseat, then kill him on the backstreet
Two shooters a tag team, his noodles on concrete (Concrete)
N***a, business is what we standin' on
Bullets hit his back, tell him to show it off like it's VLONE
Few things I don't play about, money and respect, and my jawns
You see me, might play around, but I got bodies on my dome
Shot a n***a at fifteen, I never looked back since
Slam dunk a opp, my arm in the rim like I'm Vince
Purple bandana, purple outfit, purple rain, like I'm Prince (Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, crip)
I'm a money makin' n***a but I can't go out like Mitch (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I bet them bullets change the subject
Why you stop sucking my d**k, b*t*h, you seen I ain't nut yet (The f**k)
N***as can talk all they want, I still ain't been touched yet
Brodie tell me chill, he know I kill, but, n***a, f**k that (N***a f**k that)
Cause if I don't get him, they got me (Brrt)
If I don't feel 'em, they bodied (Brrt)
Put 33 in 'em, Scottie, no Pippen (Brrt)
Them bullets hit him, inject him, he feel 'em like penicillin
We put n***as past the ceiling, in the sky givin' God a visit
Murder, murder, killin', killin'
Dirty .30 filled with sinnin'
For certain, I'm murkin' a person thinking that I ain't with it (I ain't with it)
Close the curtain, hospital visits
We flatlinin' them b*t*hes, double back
Nine of them n***as hit up his spine, now he Crippin' (Brrr)
Spine now he Crippin', n***a
Crip, n***a
NLE the Top Shotta (Shotta), got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Al-Qaeda)
Like what man? I'll drop 'em (Brr-brr)
Man, I'll slaughter, n***a
These n***as know what we standin' on

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