always workin' - nle choppa lyrics
[intro]
hah, hah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (got-got it on smoke)
yeah (og parker)
[chorus]
the glock on my hip, but i don’t need no holster
you beefin’ with me, i won’t stop ’till it’s over
and just like the bread, i see ’em, i toast ’em
my n-ggas, they tweakin’, they movin’ like soldiers
they callin’ me rondo, i keep me a nine
they sayin’ i’m chosen, i’m one of a kind
my b-tch, she bad, you know she a dime
he ran from me, shot him in his spine
[verse 1]
hoe, they judges, i’m loadin’ the glizzy
fifty plus fifty, them drawin’ like t-tties
i’m rockin’ versace, i’m feelin’ like biggie
i bang to the pole, no company like diggy
i’m up in new york and it feel like i made it
they playin’ my songs on the radio station
remember them days a n-gga was slavin’
now for a verse, they send me a payment
[pre-chorus]
always workin’, i’m always in the booth
i saw a opp, he was lackin’, you know i had to shoot
i tried to stay out the way, ’cause i got mus-mus
but don’t get it confused, i wet him like a pool, ooh
[chorus]
the glock on my hip, but i don’t need no holster
you beefin’ with me, i won’t stop ’till it’s over
and just like the bread, i see ’em, i toast ’em
my n-ggas, they tweakin’, they movin’ like soldiers
they callin’ me rondo, i keep me a nine
they sayin’ i’m chosen, i’m one of a kind
my b-tch, she bad, you know she a dime
he ran from me, shot him in his spine
[verse 2]
pop him with a light and i shot about ten
you know i’m not selfish, i’m him and his friends
and free all my n-ggas that’s stuck in the pen’
i took a few losses, i just wanna win
the perc got me zooted, i’m outta my body
thirty-three shots, i feel like i’m scottie
seven point six-two, knock off his noggin
hot grease ’cause a n-gga is poppin’
[chorus]
the glock on my hip, but i don’t need no holster
you beefin’ with me, i won’t stop ’till it’s over
and just like the bread, i see ’em, i toast ’em
my n-ggas, they tweakin’, they movin’ like soldiers
they callin’ me rondo, i keep me a nine
they sayin’ i’m chosen, i’m one of a kind
my b-tch, she bad, you know she a dime
he ran from me, shot him in his spine
[outro]
huh
yeah, yeah
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