- Gangsta Talk 歌詞 Fredo Bang NLE Choppa
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- NLE Choppa Gangsta Talk 歌詞
- Fredo Bang NLE Choppa
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Da-da, da-da-da, ah-ah, da-da
Put a ***** on that Tee, consultation
What, what
In the booth with the Drac on me
I ain't never been a *****, but I put t*****s on a Drac
Walk down on the opposition, shoot em broad day
I put seven point six-two, filled up the K
That ***** made his bed, so the ***** gotta lay
Ay, I'm a savage, a menace, shoot it til its empty
Gotta a **** up in the Glock since these ****** actin kiddie
*****, Im hotter than herpes, so tell me who ****** with me
*****, Im only sixteen and a ***** run his city
We dont chase no clout we chase opps *****, yeah
Body after body what's your count * ****? Yeah
I should hit a ***** ***** with the Draco, yeah, yeah
And you can't join a gang unless you take souls
Yeah, you play some games then I gon feed you to my lil' ******
These ******, they be flaggin just like Hilfigers
Sellin yo, she grabbed the cut up, where the chalk at?
Yeah, the fat one, he got hit and he can't talk back
Ay, this is gangsta talk and ****** cant relate
I saw my opp out in public , I boost the murder rate
I aint wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight
I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face
I got a Glock where my **** at , a brick where my wrist at
No, this aint a party, but the Draco got some kicks, yeah
Send a diss, I wont talk back, murder? Yeah, Im bout that
He was talkin out his head, I put a price on his ballcap
Hit himin his shoulder, Chris Brown, make him pop-lock
Im lurkin in yo section in a rental, Im on opp watch
Gat take his soul, give him wings, make him fly high
And I dont know how to dance, but with that chopper Ima cha-cha
Slide on my opp house, shoot the ***** through the curtains
He was tough up on the Gram til I saw him out in person
This ****** talkin all that s**t, now the young ***** nervous
Put them holes in his body, now he gotta go in surgery
Im a lil ** *** with a big stick
My Drako called Jackie Chan cause that ***** kick
And Im pimpin all these bad hoes, Slick Ricks
And I dont stop shootin my gun until that ** *** click
Ay, this is gangsta talk and ****** cant relate
I saw my opp out in public, I boost the murder rate
I aint wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight
I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face
Ay, this is gangsta talk and ****** cant relate
I saw my opp out in public, I boost the murder rate
I aint wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight
I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face
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