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Shotta Flow 3

Shotta Flow 3

NLE Choppa

作詞 Bryson LaShun Potts/Jose Luis Reynoso-Contreras

作曲 Bryson LaShun Potts/Jose Luis Reynoso-Contreras

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No way, Hozay I might just K.O The Perc up in my Faygo Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel On the opposition block, just like a Lego I'm chief homie, bitch, so you know that I got say so Whatchu say? Everybody know what the fuck goin' on, NLE Choppa, nigga (bitch) Shotta Flow 3 (yeah), a nigga can get beat (yeah) I don't fuck with the police (fuck twelve Bitch, bitch) Fuck he talkin' 'bout? What he say? (Crip, Crip, Crip) (Crip) Ayy, yeah (Crip), yeah, (Crip) yeah Every show that I do, bitch you know that I rock it The mic in my hand, but the Glock in my pocket These niggas keep dissin', I guess I'm the topic These bullets gon' knock the knowledge out of his noggin It's "Shotta Flow 3" and you know I'm a G Beat my case, I ain't coppin' no plea You say you a gangsta, you say you a stepper But you cooperated with police (on God) Yeah, step back up then shoot my thunder You ain't no boss, lil' nigga, you a runner This bitch suckin' my dick, like a flavored cucumber (ay) Dick all in her throat, I was touchin' her tonsils Yeah, hit from the back, I was pullin' her hair and I ripped off her frontal I'm pullin' his card, that nigga a bitch I ride for my nigga like Morty and Rick Can't step out the house unless I got my blick You can get your ass shot like I'm takin' a pic My nigga Piru but I'm banging the C If you (Crip) coming (Crip) for me, you get put on a tee If you fucking with me you gon' sow what you reap I throw them some shots out the Glock 23 I want all the green like I was a leaf My gang in the party, we came for peace Put shots on a opp so his ass got beat He got his ass jumped by a hunnid some feet My niggas they steppin' I call dem some troopers You was shootin' at me but you miss you a blooper And when I shot back, bitch I hit I'ma shooter Big titties on a choppa like I'm working at Hooters I'm on some boss shit, and I'm on some gang shit You can get your ass stepped on She calling me racist, she was dark skin, but I want a redbone Put his name on this bullet, the trigger I pull it You better order a headstone And now that boy head gone (brrr) Bitch nigga, you a snitch My niggas they vicious, bitch I am a menace Let's have a shootout, like I'm in a scrimmage Got dope in the lab, like I was a chemist Shot him in the teeth, they call me a dentist Walked down on my opp, I ain't leavin' no witness Shootin a hunnid some shots, I won't stop 'til it's finished I break in yo' house like I came through the chimney And I'm high as a bitch 'cause the Perc in my Henny Two 40's on my waist, like I'm rocking some Fendi Bitch I'm making shit shake like I'm doin' the Shiggy And she got a fat ass, but that bitch really skinny And she suckin' my dick, she in love with my Jimmy John (bitch) You talkin' 'bout bodies, I got me a ton How I get a nigga whacked while I'm kickin' cack, smokin' on a pack, and eating a honey bun I might just K.O The Perc up in my Faygo Run up on me wrong, turn his head into a bagel On the opposition block, just like a Lego I'm big homie, bitch, so you know that I got say so Shotta shit, no politics We shoot like Stojaković Shotta Flow 3 Get your ass beat Bitch, I'm Grape Street Yeah, I'm a Crip but I'll wipe a nigga nose Fuck is you sayin'? Clatt
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