thermometer - nle choppa lyrics
[intro]
ayy, ayy
oh
ayy, ayy
oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ayy
hmm, ayy, ayy
[chorus]
i remember them days i was robbin’
i was clutchin’ my stick
i was keepin’ my carbon
lookin’ for them n*ggas, but they be dodgin’
call me std ’cause i’m on some raw sh*t
up the drac’, so i feel a lil’ nauseous
n*gga pull up, then he better be cautious
roll down the window you know that i sparked him
b*tch i missed? i’ma go get the momma
bullets hot, need to go get thermometers
close range, he was bobbin’ and bobbin’
i got aim, lookin’ back where i’m dumpin’
we leave stains, i’ma da*da*da*da*da
da*da*da*da*da, you know that i’m hotter
i’m f*ckin’ the daughter
b*tch, its [?]
big bentley with the f on the tire
red beam with a all*black attire
[interlude]
top shotta, top shotta, top shotta (hmm, hmm, hmm)
t*t*top shotta (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
[verse 1]
run*up my money
they say i ain’t funny
i want all the cheddar, i want all the cheese
i want all the b*tches, i want all the ho’s
they suckin’ and f*ckin’ and l!ckin’ on me
tell me the secret
how the f*ck you get a [?] and i ain’t been home in a week?
bullets make ’em say “uhh”
[?] kicked down the door
[?] this sh*t changin’
get sh*t off his top
ain’t no [?]
[?] b*tch say she mad at me
was in the sky like i kicked down the [?]
it’s first*degree murder, we droppin’ your faculty
shot in yo’ face if you say that you after me
paid for a body, i gave him a salary
[chorus]
i remember them days i was robbin’
i was clutchin’ my stick
i was keepin’ my carbon
lookin’ for them n*ggas, but they be dodgin’
call me std ’cause i’m on some raw sh*t
up the drac’, so i feel a lil’ nauseous
n*gga pull up, then he better be cautious
roll down the window you know that i sparked him
b*tch i missed? i’ma go get the momma
bullets hot, need to go get thermometers
close range, he was bobbin’ and bobbin’
i got aim, lookin’ back where i’m dumpin’
we leave stains, i’ma da*da*da*da*da
da*da*da*da*da, you know that i’m hotter
i’m f*ckin’ the daughter
b*tch, its [?]
big bentley with the f on the tire
red beam with a all*black attire
[verse 2]
get in the jam, don’t name no n*gga
shoot him in the nose, cocaine that n*gga
do it on camera [?] n*gga
[?] this .30, i’m a gravedigger
break down my [?] so i’m bringin’ my choppas
in my party, n*gga feel like i’m untouchable
touch me [?]
get beat down swear we gon’ [?]
high life, b*tch it’s [?]
i buck right, when i’m in it i k!ll it
i be hype, so we know where the thrill is
it’s on sight, we gon’ make sure you feel it
i’m on time, for the money and [?]
got the ‘bows from cali and*
[chorus]
i remember them days i was robbin’
i was clutchin’ my stick
i was keepin’ my carbon
lookin’ for them n*ggas, but they be dodgin’
call me std ’cause i’m on some raw sh*t
up the drac’, so i feel a lil’ nauseous
n*gga pull up, then he better be cautious
roll down the window you know that i sparked him
b*tch i missed? i’ma go get the momma
bullets hot, need to go get thermometers
close range, he was bobbin’ and bobbin’
i got aim, lookin’ back where i’m dumpin’
we leave stains, i’ma da*da*da*da*da
da*da*da*da*da, you know that i’m hotter
i’m f*ckin’ the daughter
b*tch, its [?]
big bentley with the f on the tire
red beam with a all*black attire
[outro]
all*black attire*
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