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can't take it - nle choppa lyrics

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[intro]
pipe that sh*t up, tnt
nle top shotta got the bomb like al*qaeda

[verse 1]
i told ’em way too foreign, clock the nine too young
i asked ’em: “do we got a strap?”, ’cause i supply you a gun
i told ’em lay up at his house until your ass out the sun
but we ain’t doin’ crashin’ out, make sure your ass do a [?]
murder genes, i prolly plottin’ on bodies want dead
she murder, see me, she suck it sloppy when she give me head
he sending treaties, we leave ’em all red an then we leave ’em red
we give a f*ck about how you feel, i said what i said
now we’re in the vest, they want me dead, they shoot a buddy neck
couple n*ggas got k!lled on this quest, i’m lookin’ for the rest
catch a body, beat a body, i told ’em that don’t collect
couple must laid up my k!lla, on the town we gettin’ lit
said n*ggas they left around me, they wishing they never switched
same hoes they used to be clowning, now they want a n*gga d*ck
guess they see a n*gga dripping with this glizzy in my fit
i ain’t too fresh to shoot a n*gga, i pop you in this b*tch

[pre*chorus]
i changed my lane and switched my side, i knew i wasn’t living right
mary jane for a b*tch, we smoke ’em at the candle light
johnny dang when it gliss, flawless diamonds when i bite
twenty three up in his back, it’s less diamonds like it might

[chorus]
n*ggas can’t take it from me, i waited too long
n*ggas can’t take my army, we ready to arm
if a n*gga play with the money, we get in the morn
judge get my n*gga ’bout a hundred, we get it, you on

[verse 2]
never pleaded guilty, f*ck that paper, we ain’t signing that
look too hard, you get shot ’cause your bidness you ain’t minding that
shot him in his back, he asked to die the way his spine was at
pop him as he going out, said made him snort a line for that
scheming on my mansion, play the card so i know the risk
when i sight, i never leave no witness, ain’t no colder fiending
cottonwood baby but i be posted in the jordans with it
rich gang like i’m baby, might pull them racks, i have to show a n*gga
three five at the opp, pack up in the wood, don’t even fold a swisher
don’t say that you good in my hood ’cause i don’t really f*ck with n*gga
couple n*ggas changed, don’t mean from the hood, say i ain’t f*ckin’ with ’em
but now needed a helping hand, n0body came and helped my n*gga
my b*tch more gangsta than these n*ggas, she be sending me the drops
if we don’t get ’em tonight, then we gone try and get tomorrow
b*tch, we livin’ with murders, we never tell ’em what we saw
yo new home’s the dirt ’cause we gon’ put yo’ ass in the coffin

[pre*chorus]
i changed my lane and switched my side i knew i wasn’t living right
mary jane for a b*tch, we smoke ’em at the candle light
johnny dang when it gliss, flawless diamonds when i bite
twenty three up in his back, it’s less diamonds like it might

[chorus]
n*ggas can’t take it from me, i waited too long
n*ggas can’t take my army, we ready to arm
if a n*gga play with the money, we get in the morn
judge get my n*gga ’bout a hundred, we get it, you on

[outro]
yeah, we comin’ fight with that

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