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NLE Choppa - Shake It feat. @RussMillions (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Russ Millions
Russ Millions
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Sebastian Obasohan
Sebastian Obasohan
Songwriter
Shylo Milwood
Shylo Milwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Co-Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Sebz Beats
Sebz Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Crud, muad Know what I'm sayin'? We don't do no motherfuckin' playin' 'round here (Sebz Beats, baby) Know what I'm sayin'? We shake spots, get guap Fuck thots, you know what it is, let's do it Shake it, shake it, shake it, uh Shake it (come on, let's go), shake it, shake it, uh-huh (ayy) Shake it (ayy, ayy), shake it, shake it (brrt), uh-huh Ayy, ayy, ayy I bet I shake, shake, shake, shake, come on (come on) I bet I shake the room (shake it) His life, we take, take, take, we gon' make the news (brrt, brrt) Brrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, can't run from this .62 (can't run from me) It's a walk down, better chalk 'em up He was dissin', now he can't talk much The gyaldem know I'm really like that She's goin' on bad, she's throwin' it back (yeah) 'Cause the sex was lit, she's doublin' back And she loves diamonds, I'm covered in that Colouring book (shotta), I'm covered in tats Can't find that prick, I'm doublin' back Two sticks in the ride (uh-huh), I'm doublin' that (ayy, ayy, ayy) From a teenager, I've been troublin' waps (shotta) Hey, mandem get hit with a fah-fah (with a fah-fah) Mandem get hit with a .45 I can see your cars comin' through both eyes (through both eyes) Killed him, left mama with teary eyes (with teary eyes) Got fire in the booth like Charlie (Charlie) Rollin' opp pack like Marley (like Marley) Ride that beat like a Harley (a Harley) She want my heart, I'm heartless (uh-huh) I'm runnin' it up (mm-hmm) Off the Henny, I'm bruckin' it up Catch me a pussy, I'm bustin' it up She love bad man, feel safe with us I love Ramz and CH like blood (mandem) Get man done if he's talkin' crud G-M-D, guns, money, and drugs (ayy, ayy, ayy) 1-1-4, make her fall in love I bet I shake, shake, shake, shake, come on (come on) I bet I shake the room (shake it) His life, we take, take, take, we gon' make the news (brrt, brrt) Brrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, can't run from this .62 (can't run from me) It's a walk down, better chalk 'em up He was dissin', now he can't talk much The gyaldem know I'm really like that She's goin' on bad, she's throwin' it back (yeah) 'Cause the sex was lit, she's doublin' back And she loves diamonds, I'm covered in that Colouring book (shotta), I'm covered in tats Can't find that prick, I'm doublin' back Two sticks in the ride (uh-huh), I'm doublin' that From a teenager, I've been troublin' waps (ayy, ayy, ayy, shotta) Ayy, I'm presidential, we don't slide out rentals (nah) We gon' switch the tags, then I'm out the window (brrt) We'll get messy if I walk up (gon' walk up, nigga) I'm a real killer, I can learn ya somethin' If I can't find 'em, we gon' stalk somethin' Nah, for real nigga Clip long, hold 30 shots, and this shit look like a dill pickle (look like a dill) Like Mandel, we deal with 'em Keepin' KSI diamonds on you, that shit fugazi Turned his main bitch to a sex slave, now that nigga hate me Stomach shot, had that nigga screamin' out, oh, Lord, come save me Closed casket, but the bullets burnt him up 'til he got cremated (blrrt) We don't want no drama, beat the beat up, beat like it's Seviana Gyal get mad, man kick on banana (shotta) 60 degrees, she's hot like Sahara Braziest handtings, soon catch one of them (what?) Beg man, come again Anywhere the pussydem, dump out, I'm runnin' then (uh-huh) True say, the treesh get stretched out the Cullinan Shardie, NLE Choppa, my chargie Wrist wet, got it swimmin' in the party Killy, milli', love mash-up punani Love nights like this like Kehlani One call away if you're honest She get freaky but she classy Everyday here with my army (shotta) I bet I shake, shake, shake, shake, come on (come on) I bet I shake the room (shake it) His life, we take, take, take, we gon' make the news (brrt, brrt) Brrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, can't run from this .62 (can't run from me) It's a walk down, better chalk 'em up He was dissin', now he can't talk much The gyaldem know I'm really like that She's goin' on bad, she's throwin' it back (yeah) 'Cause the sex was lit, she's doublin' back And she loves diamonds, I'm covered in that Colouring book (shotta), I'm covered in tats Can't find that prick, I'm doublin' back Two sticks in the ride (uh-huh), I'm doublin' that From a teenager, I've been troublin' waps (shotta) I bet I shake, shake, shake, shake, come on (come on) I bet I shake the room (shake it) His life, we take, take, take, we gon' make the news (brrt, brrt) Brrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, can't run from this .62 (can't run from me) It's a walk down, better chalk 'em up He was dissin', now he can't talk much (shotta)
Writer(s): Bryson Lashun Potts, Sebastian Obasohan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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