NLE Choppa - Murda Talk (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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NLE Choppa - Murda Talk (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these
Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas,
I bet these Glock I pop 'em
Ayy, I think lil' homie scared,
fool, he say, "I'm ready,
fool" (Ready, fool)
So I gave him that lil' dirty
tool, he say he finish dude
(He got the Glock, nigga)
Say he caught him slippin', got
the clip and knocked him out
his shoes (Grrt, sayin')
Mama's cryin', niggas dyin',
pussy, that's what shottas
do, (Ayy, shottas)
Creep on your block, real slow (Slow),
tint on my window (Window)
Mask on, gloves on (Gloves, hey), you
know the clip extendo (Extendo)
All those good, good, good, good
Put two up in his back and then
I walk 'em down and face
his ass (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Said he wants some smoke (Yeah),
well, you know I had to
lace his ass (Yeah, yeah)
Opposition ho gave me throat
while she was shakin'
ass (What? What? Yeah)
My pops said, "Don't give him that
Glock 'cause you know he gon' fuckin'
cry" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And we were born for each other
We shoot first, we don't shoot back
(Nope), so you niggas better
00:00:51,700 --> 00:00:56,100
Just remember, baby, whatever
I got a Glock, a Gen4 (Ayy),
we pop his top and then
we go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Traffickin' birds like Nino (Ayy),
we leave him lost like Nemo (Ayy)
All-black attire, emo (Ayy),
chemo (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
If the number's right, your
nigga kill you (Ooh), call
it bingo (I bet he did it)
You better watch your lingo (Brrt),
my niggas slide for Gino
(Brrt, I made him do it)
I need to slow down on them thirties
(Hey), 'cause I'm keep throwin'
18
00:01:34,700 --> 00:01:40,300
I remember, baby, we fell
I threw back two of them bitches (Bah),
so it gave me bubble guts (Ayy)
I got my pistol with me (Ayy),
got the semi with me (Brrt)
Ridin' in the hemi (Yeah, yeah)
Shoot his baby mama in his chest
(Grrt, grrt), damn near
knocked the titty (Uh)
32
00:02:04,500 --> 00:02:07,300
I'm off a couple fuckin' Percocets (Ooh),
I feel my body lifted (Ayy)
Why the fuck that boy, he
got a vest? (Ayy) We pop
his top and dip it (Ayy)
Hop out, boys on the block (Get up),
niggas ran like they seen the
Narcs (Brrt, yeah, ah, yeah)
Oh, he still alive? Let me finish
that, pop his top (What)
I don't fantasize them bodies
in my mind (Huh, huh) and
I can't stop (Huh, huh)
Uh, nigga know I keep a Glock,
yeah (Huh, huh, ayy)
Nigga (Ayy), fuck, how we gon' buck,
nigga, fuck, nigga (Ayy)
Brrt (Ayy), nigga, fuck nigga (We takin'
trees), bust, nigga, brrt (Ayy)
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