Nba YoungBoy - Chopper City (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Nba YoungBoy - Chopper City (en) Lyrics
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Draco dirty hit me, it got
a fifty
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper
city, yeah
Look here, felon walk
in with that felony
Gang five, that's cold case
We gon' kill a bitch, that
been reppin’ shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that's four faces
Gas bag, that's border bases
Russian K, that's canada property
We gon' make the drop where
it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that's hating
Distributing, call it penetrating
Take off your mind, clean
up what you thinking
Dirty monеy stashing, call it banking
Murder for position, call it ranking
Cold killer steppеrs
'round me nameless
Dog killing NBA ain't no entertainment
Sippin' drank meeting 'bout the case
Bodies smoked by the
block if it's hard
Catch you slipping, slang
that stick at the yard
Behind this business,
we be taking it far
Deal 'em out, we be dishing our cards
Bad bitch hit the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick
Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich nigga Helter Skelter shit
Mugged up why the bezel glist
Doped up, need another fix
I don't know where the
fuck his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
Bitch, you know how them times spent
Riding 'round at that devil __
All night tryna slime shit
Clip full, driving fast, tryna
move a whole thing
Bitch nigga steady tryna show
stop, it's a dirty game, he gon'
lose his brain
The one to take a two, that's
what my cousin Meechy say
But we could pull about five,
I'm talking five, that's
just by either way
Five million for my album,
that's an easy bank
Said you need a thousand for
that bezel, shit, what
my nigga Jay beezy say?
Nigga, cop that
Two hundred for my chain, them
niggas gon' watch that
Told my youngin when he get that
'Vette them hoes gon' jock that
Nigga, you a hot mess
Lotta thousands laid on my chest,
I'm talking no vest
Public housing, we where the
smoke at, I got it potent
Talking millions, I had that
Maybach 'fore I was four in
Get that drank just for the relax,
nigga gotta pour a four in
One watch, that's three bands
Rob the jeweler still calling
Crank the window, nothing but claws in
Bullets burn, give you a wrong tan
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