Shotta Flow

NLE Choppa

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    I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
    NLE, you heard me
    Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta
    Baby Mexico shotta
    We finna talk our shit
    Why not? Yeah
    Yeah, yeah

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
    I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis
    I started this shit I'ma finish
    Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image
    Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
    Extended clip long as a rope
    We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
    I knew that boy was a ho
    Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'
    What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'?
    I am a beast, you cannot tame it
    Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous
    These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin'
    Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet
    You say you a killer, lil' nigga stop it
    In a shoot out your gun was droppin'
    You really a fraud

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    You cannot stomp on his yard
    My nigga they scammin', they swipin' them cards
    I am so high that I'm talking' to stars
    I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars
    Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me
    Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li
    Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe?
    Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me
    Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
    Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta
    Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop him
    So many bullets it confused the doctor
    Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
    Fuck a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back
    3. 5 rolled up in the cack
    We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas
    I'm sticked up, like a blind man
    I'm super hot, like a frying pan
    He said that he gon' take some from me
    Ayy, just know, he lyin' man
    I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
    Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle
    Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple
    And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple
    Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50
    Brand new choppa got double d titties
    Niggas don't play me I don't get silly
    Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah

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    Composition: NLE Choppa

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