Singer: NLE Choppa
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Song: Murda Talk
NLE Choppa - Murda Talk Lyrics (LRC) (03:04-184-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:27.80]A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
[00:31.00]A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
[00:34.20]A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em
[00:37.00]Ayy, I think lil' homie scared, fool, he say, "I'm ready, fool" (Ready, fool)
[00:40.50]So I gave him that lil' dirty tool, he say he finish dude (He got the Glock, nigga)
[00:43.50]Say he caught him slippin', got the clip and knocked him out his shoes (Grrt, sayin')
[00:46.90]Mama's cryin', niggas dyin', pussy, that's what shottas do, (Ayy, shottas)
[00:49.80]Creep on your block, real slow (Slow), tint on my window (Window)
[00:53.50]Mask on, gloves on (Gloves, hey), you know the clip extendo (Extendo)
[00:56.70]Don't let down the window (Ayy), open up the door and chase his ass (The fuck you doin'?)
[00:59.80]Put two up in his back and then I walk 'em down and face his ass (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
[01:03.50]Said he wants some smoke (Yeah), well, you know I had to lace his ass (Yeah, yeah)
[01:06.70]Opposition ho gave me throat while she was shakin' ass (What? What? Yeah)
[01:09.90]My pops said, "Don't give him that Glock 'cause you know he gon' fuckin' cry" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:13.00]If a nigga catch me in a jam, you know I let it ride (Skrrt, grrt)
[01:16.20]It's my life or yours, pussy nigga, I'm gon' let me decide
[01:19.40]We shoot first, we don't shoot back (Nope), so you niggas better duck and hide (Grrt, grrt)
[01:22.10]I got the Drac' in trench coats (Ayy), send shots up through the window (Ayy)
[01:25.40]I got a Glock, a Gen4 (Ayy), we pop his top and then we go (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[01:28.60]Traffickin' birds like Nino (Ayy), we leave him lost like Nemo (Ayy)
[01:31.70]All-black attire, emo (Ayy), short time to live like chemo (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[01:35.20]If the number's right, your nigga kill you (Ooh), call it bingo (I bet he did it)
[01:38.20]You better watch your lingo (Brrt), my niggas slide for Gino (Brrt, I made him do it)
[01:41.40]I need to slow down on them thirties (Hey), 'cause I'm keep throwin' up (I'm throwin' up)
[01:44.70]I threw back two of them bitches (Bah), so it gave me bubble guts (Ayy)
[01:47.70]I got my pistol with me (Ayy), got the semi with me (Brrt)
[01:50.40]Ridin' in the hemi (Yeah, yeah)
[01:51.40]I was thuggin' hard in juvenile (Ayy), I had the rules bendin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[01:54.70]They like, "Damn, you left the clip empty? (What?) Yeah, I left that clip empty (Stupid)
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