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ngl (not gon' lie) - choc ny lyrics

[intro: choc ny]
i’m not gon’ lie
i’m not gon’ lie
i’m not gon’ lie

[verse 1: choc ny]
i don’t think you n*ggas want me to start it
unless you wanna be dearly departed
i want the smoke. bring all your favorite artists
i’m smoking that sh*t that smell like someone farted
i’m balling like jordan. 23 in august
i’m flowing like jordan. thirsty b*tches starving
i started this sh*t as a youngin, i’m practically teaching these nigas how to go about it
i got it shaking like i’m holding on an iphone app
shawty fine. got me thinking that i might go back
she a dime but i could give a f*ck bout’ that
2 stepping got me sounding like i’m michael jack.*
*son you ain’t ready for this can of kick ass
i eat the booty. you n*ggas just kiss ass
she wanna f*ck and then clean up the mess and then pose for a pic in them tights with that big ass
whoa
i’m going stupid again
flow is r*t*rded. i’m oozing again
b*tches be talking like “who in the benz?”
it’s a beamer. now watch how they ooing again
whoa
my n*ggas is moving again
watch how we step or you’re losing again
she let me open up the snapchat during backshots now i’m zooming again
stepped in this b*tch with a limp like a pimp
i’m going ape and this n*gga a chimp
i’m pulling b*tches, this n*gga a simp
he grounded as f*ck while i float like a blimp
i got the game in the palm of my hand
f*ck all the fame. i wanna make a grand
give it to mama hen back in the stu
do a couple sessions then it doubles again

[chorus: choc ny]
i’m not gon’ lie!
i keep an eye on these b*tches
they aiming for a n*gga’s riches
i’m not gon’ lie!
n*ggas is opps. they snitches
open they mouth and we gon’ give em stitches
i’m not gon’ lie!
i keep the circle in tact
fake n*ggas don’t know how to act
i’m not gon’ lie!
i’m not gon’ lie!
i’m not gon’ lie!
i keep an eye on these b*tches
they aiming for a n*gga’s riches
i’m not gon’ lie!
n*ggas is opps. they snitches
open they mouth and we gon’ give em stitches
i’m not gon’ lie!
i keep the circle in tact
fake n*ggas don’t know how to act
i’m not gon’ lie!
i’m not gon’ lie!

[verse 2: choc ny]
i’m not gon’ lie! i got a lot of n*ggas hating
talking they sh*t while they bus full gazing
saying i’m trash but they sh*t ain’t amazing
passing these n*ggas like we ain’t even grading
father forgive me for flexing
bad b*tch gave me er number but she’s the one texting
i’m reminiscing…
bout’ all the times n*ggas laughed at my sh*t but now they say they messing
i’m pulling up in that beamer
that beamer
that beamer
that m3 sh*t
he cleaner
young n*gga a winner
a winner
a winner
been winning since a n*gga was a beginner
shawty got ass
ass
ass
back it up on, watch a n*gga crash
light it up
puff
puff
pass
smoking that green
we smoking that grass
i got my dawgs in the back of the club
we started from the bottom. under the mud
these n*ggas is creeping. they looking like bugs
but i got the raid. your n*gga a plug
bad b*tch in the back seat
she asking me for leg room
take her ass out the back seat
then spread her legs in the bedroom

- choc ny lyrics

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