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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
André Neves
André Neves
Songwriter
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
David Veiga
David Veiga
Songwriter
Pyroman
Pyroman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PYROMAN
PYROMAN
Producer
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Mage//stick
Mage//stick
Producer

Lyrics

(CashMoneyAP) NLE Choppa NLE, Top Shotta shit (Pyroman) Don dada, yeah, don dada Ayy, yeah, yeah Her pussy is wet like the water (the water) She call me a jet ski (a jet ski) She say that I'm fine, she say that I'm sexy She wanna sex me (she wanna fuck) Back then I was broke, they called me a joke And they wouldn't text me (they wouldn't text me, nah) Now she digestin' my kids like it was ecstasy Bitch, I got it out the mud like I'm Lil Baby (out the mud) And I got a lot of bodies like I was a rapist If 12 pull me over, I'ma try to race 'em If he got a lot of bricks, I'ma try to snake him Kill a nigga, put his body in the trunk (trunk) Meditated with my gun like a monk (like a monk) Murder on my mind, screamin', "Redrum" (grrrt) Open up your mouth when I'm finna cum Bitch, I'm ballin' every season, call me Roddy Ricch (Ricch) Made an oath to my gang that I won't ever switch I cut down my grass 'cause I can hear the hiss My Glock on my hip and it's pokin' out my 'fit I just copped another Sprinter, it is not a rental (not a rental) Bitch, I'm eatin' Percocets like a chicken tender Gave a bitch the wood, then she caught a splinter Rockin' Moncler in the fall and the winter Bitch, get up off me, I already nutted You see the doorknob, bitch, you better touch it (bitch) They say that I'm crazy, my gun, I'm clutchin' The way I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged You open your legs, but I want you to suck it Call a nigga MC 'cause you better not touch me Lay a finger on this chain, I'm uppin' my thang and knockin' your muffin (grrrt) Diamond on my neck, AP on my wrist Red dot on my stick, when I up, don't miss Old dumbass hoe tried to give me a kiss Smack a bitch in the face, tell her suck this dick So many Percs, bitch, I'm too damn high I was so damn high that I thought that I died My bitch, she a rider like Bonnie and Clyde One day, swear to God, I'ma make her a bride Clutchin' my metal, I'm clutchin' my stick (grrrt) If you run up on me, you get hit with this bitch Got an AR-15 and it might overheat So a nigga just bought another coolant kit I'm a big dawg up in the game You a poodle, I'm a Great Dane mixed with a pit And I'm on some Osama Bin Laden shit 'Cause a nigga finna tick Glock on my hip so I limp when I walk She got my dick on her breath every time she talk You would think I got AIDS 'cause a nigga too raw God made me perfect, I ain't got no flaws Your sack get took, bitch, I got your bricks Got a long ass stick like I'm blind in this bitch If you playin' hide and seek, we gon' find that bitch Fuck a .30 cal', I got a nine in this bitch Call a nigga Big Snoop 'cause a young nigga Crippin' And if I catch him slippin', then he come up missin' I'ma shoot up his house, he gon' die while he shittin' Shoot that boy in the head, he ain't doin' no healin', yeah NLE, bitch Top Shotta, nigga Know what the fuck goin' on CashMoneyAP, what up with it, nigga? Bitch ass nigga, hoe ass nigga Love you, nigga Grape (NLE Choppa, nigga, Chop-Choppa, don dada)
Writer(s): Nicolas Zita, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, David Veiga, Andre Neves Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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