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- ChopBloc (Pt. 3) 歌詞 NLE Choppa BlocBoy JB
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- BlocBoy JB ChopBloc (Pt. 3) 歌詞
- NLE Choppa BlocBoy JB
- Ayy Cartoon you got another one
Iceberg want a bag b***h
Ayy ayy
Ayy ayy we put the Drac up to yo face
I seen Lil Tevo knock him out
I bet we put him in his place
Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with Ks
Let him play I air him out I just walk em down in my Js
Im still posted with cuttas
I shoot at mammas and brothas
We aint worried bout the others
We see them n***as they suffer
We bagged em up in the duffel
We dab em up then we bust em
I brought my flip flops in fights
Cause Im shootin Im never scufflin
When the murda come and meet you and yo door
Yeah its me b***h
AR-15 and it got a scope with my ski b***h
Big Grape on a vine big Loc we spit that G s**t
Take yo diss song get you killed then make a remix
Do you wanna slide tonight
If he dont he gonna die tonight
Thousand dollar Glock exotic pipe you know we grip it tight
If the prices right catch him on sight walk up and take his life
Told the opps to white the chalk up that his body laid that night
Campin out in bushes and ditches thats if I wanna miss him
By myself I made the decision dont want no codefendant
Catch a witness catch a face shot dont need no reminiscin
Bare face and Im face to face
Catch a case then Im not guilty
Yeah Im not guilty
I get rich or die tryin Im not 50
I just f**ked the plug b***h now his watch missin'
Time is money n***a we finessed the clock wench
I got shootas at the line call em Mike Bibby
He playin games we spin around do a 360
Thats a Xbox you wear G-Shock
Draco ride shotgun got the seat hot
Miami I got heat b***h Im Chris Bosh
.223 hit his feet make him hopscotch
You just served two n*** as that looked like Drake and Josh
No wonder why the police on yo block hot
You got shot Let me shoot you in the same spot
I got money but Im still on that same block
Caught a body and I still got the same Glock
Go dig it up I bet its still in the same spot
Yeah and Im still in the same spot
Yeah and I ride for my n***as
And I ride for my n***as
And I die for my n***as
We like f**k them other n***as
Ayy ayy we put the Drac up to yo face
I seen Lil Tevo knock him out
I bet we put him in his place
Twenty Grapes up in this house and we all posted with Ks
Let him play I air him out I just walk em down in my Js
Im still posted with cuttas
I shoot at mammas and brothas
We aint worried bout the others
We see them n***as they suffer
We bagged em up in the duffel
We dab em up then we bust em
I brought my flip flops in fights
Cause Im shootin Im never scufflin
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