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off the muscle - dj booker & nle choppa lyrics

[intro]
(pipe that sh*t up, tnt)
ayy, sean john drip when i walk in the porch
nle, top shotta, don dada, ayy
(cook that sh*t up, quay)
ayy, ayy, cook that sh*t up, quay
oh, that my n*gga ain’t even know this where he be
(yeah, yeah) f*ck you talkin’ ‘bout
(tahj money)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
sean john drip when i walk in the porch, house so big that it look like a porch
smack him with the pistol, p*ssy n*gga you a dork (brrt, brrt)
p*ssy ass n*gga you are not out of the porch
give him a grave, my n*gga gon’ dig it
put the lean in my cup and you know i’ma sip it
b*tch, i’m gone off this .30, i think that i’m trippin’
i’m so high in this b*tch, thought my heart was my kidney
your n*gga, they b*tches, they coming up missin’ (ayy)
my chopper got .50, i shoot till it’s empty (ayy)
this b*tch here a fully, you totin’ a semi (ayy)
i’m countin’ up commas, completin’ my sentencе (ayy)
the way that i’m livin’, pop out in your city
she suck on my b*lls while i grip on hеr titties
he say he gon’ k!ll me, your n*gga like ricky
keep him shy like a waitress, we leave him tips
keep them sticks up like them blind folks
say i’m a b*tch, you lyin’, hoe
but so when we slide, 50 shots up at these nine, hoe
want me to kick it? got no time, hoe
but you can suck it anytime, tho
pull it out and skewed up on her face i made her eyes closed
wokhard in the cup, sh*t hit like rocky
look at me in the picture with a gun, you won’t scare n0body
i ain’t even wanna do it, but i caught another body
bad b*tch, go to ole miss, she the hottest out there
overdose in this b*tch, i just popped another roxy (ooh)
didn’t mean to say that, don’t tell n0body (ayy)
woke up in the hospital, f*cked on the doctor (ayy)
i was up in heat, now even tg’s a lost cause (ayy)
who gon’ stop me? they say i’m a top shotta (ayy)
shot him, shot the friend, now the body on top of him (ayy)
hunnid some shots, demolition him, b*tch, i’m a polisher
shot in the mouth, he was hollerin’ (brrt)
b*tch about murder, my tyler, bullet, they swallow him (brrt)
you eatin’ these bullets, lil n*gga, you gobbling
we give him a mullet like we was your barber
i smoke me a wood and i drop out my heart and sh*t
i’m late for my show, b*tch, they call me a tardian
f*cked up in the head, i’ll shoot at your guardian
off the henny, but i wanna know where bacardi at
too much in these drugs, i’m falling in cartier
tryna rob me, then you gonna be sorry
i’ma look for your soul, i’ma take it, can’t get it back
p*ssy ass n*gga this sh*t ain’t a joke
why the f*ck you got a gun? i’ma take your pole
if you get in the business, i’ma shoot your nose
if a n*gga want beef, i’ma k!ll your bro
baby mexico with the pope, vamanos
don’t need no bullets, let all of ’em blow
b*tch, i’m runnin’ this beat, you signin’ my blood
i’m fresh out the dirt, but i’m sippin’ on mud
i just call me a lack, i’ma put it on dub
my brother, he blood, but i’m callin’ him cuz
had to c*walk ‘fore i dump my clip, cause i did my dirt for crip
them n*ggas, they said we dipped
how we run when we upped off the hip?
and y’all was the n*ggas that was doin’ them flips
shot him in his neck, bullet came out his lips
for all of the opps, this sh*t here a psa
i shoot you for real, i might go to the nba
why the f*ck would i scuffle, my drac in my duffle
you think we gon’ scuffle? pop him like a bubble
you scatter your n*ggas, my n*ggas, my brothers
if one of ’em gon’ cross me, on god, i’ma bust ‘em
[outro]
sh*t off the muscle
nle, the top shotta
got the bombs like al*qaeda
n*gga play, swear to god gon’ be murder, on god
f*ck you, b*tch

- dj booker nle choppa lyrics

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