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shotta flow 7 (remix) - nle choppa lyrics

[intro: nle choppa & lil mabu]
yeah, yeah, i jump the gun
the top shotta, bomb like al*qaeda
finale, finito, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: nle choppa & lil mabu]
i was missin’ the action like chrisean tooth (tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
back leg loose like a n*gga had to poot
i’m a god in memphis, who bigger than me? (who bigger than me?)
sh*t that they did, i did at sixteen (sixteen)
he flexin’ his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke)
d*ck in her mouth, nle throat coat
he pressed by the girl that f*ckin’ the city
he tender (he tender), we call him diddy (let’s go)
choppa so big, knock the weight off biggie (brr, brr, brr)
i’m somethin’ like p*ssy, this sh*t it get sticky
got millionaire mode, i don’t plan on glitchin’
i’m back, n*gga, like i had an addiction
dropped him, let’s go (ooh)
he couldn’t take those, nah
switches and dracos, yeah
shooters on payroll
n*gga don’t want no smoke, they snoop dogg (snoop dogg)
we’ll show up at your door like a u*haul (u*haul)
lil’ n*gga, big pistol, stand tall (stand tall)
quick to pop a n*gga ass like a adderall (adderall)
shakin’ the spot like a ass or somethin’ (ass or somethin’)
lil’ bruh sped, he crash for nothin’ (crash for nothin’)
walk out the house with a mask and gun (mask and gun)
better hold yo’ breath like a asthma pump
move like the pope, hundred some shots in the ghost (brrah)
better think twice, don’t approach (brrt, brrt)
no regular glocks, know that it came with a box
we steppin’ like shoes and socks (brrt, brrt)
one of the realest, how can you not mention?
we slid out the civic, now rolls*royce whippin’ (skrrt)
suckin’ and grippin’, double jerk and twist it
she k!llin’ my kids like abortion clinics
[verse 2: lil mabu & chrisean rock]
shoot him in the tongue, he a sl*t
mabu got the last l!ck, how it feel, bruh? (ha)
type to put a orange tip on a real gun
i could up a nerf, i bet they still run (you straight)
mabu took your babe (on god)
you should know, i don’t swing that way (nah*uh)
you owe me cash for the fame, i don’t owe you no ass, okay?

[verse 3: nle choppa & lil mabu]
we’ll leave a n*gga blue when the face hot
n*gga want the fame, knowin’ he had to go to jail the next day?
p*ssy boy, you somethin’ like my b*tch rose [?]
kkk, got ks on ks
wanna f*ck kim k and make kanye watch
mr. take your bae, yga (ayy)
i like fun games, shoot a bun like a box
ayy, squeeze it, pop it, his top, crop it
how you a real n*gga beatin’ your barbies?
k!ll him, stop it, football prospect
rather ask floyd mayweather: “come box me”

[verse 4: lil mabu & nle choppa]
i don’t wanna box, i got a stick (baow, baow)
i box your b*tch and i bust her the lip (huh)
as a minor (on god) and i deliver her saliva
body part rhymes with china (china)
you know i had to get behind her (behind her), nut in her eyes, gotta blind her (oops, blind her)
no face, no case, reminder (reminder)
mabu good at the cookout, every hood, every trap house
on this block, we gon’ stake out
and i’m givin’ out free clout, box em’ up like takeout
let’s go, let’s go, let’s goi might just o–, f*ck that (ayy, f*ck that)
percs k!llin’ slow–, f*ck that (say, “f*ck that”)
if i see his ho f*ckin’ (come here)
last shotta flow
f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it
f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it
f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it
[outro: nle choppa & lil mabu]
he flushin’ (f*ck it)
mabu, nle, we bustin’
top shotta, top shotta, top shotta
better blow your b*tch if you clutchin’
yga, yga, nle
lil’ bruh, he’ll spin for nothin’ (yga)
gave his ass a perc’ 30, god
mabu

- nle choppa lyrics

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